The vast hall was silent.
An icy wind from some unknown source cut to the bone, and a thin layer of frost even formed on the hall's floor.
"Your Highness overstates the matter."
Facing Prince Qing's question, Zhong Xin's expression remained composed. He spoke with gravity, "It is not yet known who will emerge victorious. How can Your Highness speak so lightly of our survival?"
"...Hahaha."
The next moment, Prince Qing burst out laughing. "Zhong Aiqing, you worry too much. I was merely jesting. Let's talk about the front line. Which of the Foundation Establishment cultivators died?"
Zhong Xin continued, "One was a Loose Cultivator from the North. In addition, the Panyun Sect's Sect Leader, Fairy Yun He, the Zhaoxia Clan's old ancestor, and the Yuan Chen Clan's old ancestor were all captured alive. Those who escaped were all wounded, and they look as if the Demon Sect has scared them witless. Given time, I fear Dragon-Crushing Pass will not hold..."
