Bab 877: The Crucible

"Excuse my insolence, Clan Leader! Your will is our law!" they said. 

"Mm, you may go. The journey here has been tough for everyone, let's take this time to rest."

"Of course!" 

The tent flaps opened as they exited, giving Ling Xue her privacy. She gazed at her flute, touching it gently, running her fingers through each groove. There was a lot on her mind as the leader of the Yao Clan. 

First and foremost, the Demon Continent was lost again. 

It was frustrating for many especially those that fought hard. All of that fighting was in vain as the Calamity reared its head around. 

"Haah, Rong Lu City, I wonder what will happen, a Heaven Realm Cultivator will be the one leading this", she thought. 

It wasn't hard to see the anxiety in her eyes. The future of the whole clan rested on her shoulders.