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Yun Mengyao fell silent and then finally said, "Mengyao understands!"
Su Shaoqing smiled and said again, "The Ancestral Emperor also knows what you all are thinking. A hundred years later, when the Temple of War God reopens, there will inevitably be those who will defect. So please relay to them, Cloud Fairy, that they need not go to such trouble. As long as they hand over the War God's Atlas and the sect's treasury, they can definitely hold out until the Temple of War God opens. Thereafter, they can fight to the death. They need not come to the Scholar's Palace with such pretense."
Having said that, Su Shaoqing looked at her, his words clearly implying something: "Just like the final battle at Rainy Mountain that year, the Ancestral Emperor does not care how many enemies there are. There's no need for you all to belittle yourselves, just be prepared for a life-and-death struggle when the time comes."
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