It was almost noon.
In a spacious hall in the towering Pavilion, there were some tables and chairs with a rough style.
On the four walls of the hall, there were giant oil candles that were burning brightly.
The fragrance of the oil lingered in the room. Inside, nie biliu and the others were discussing among themselves, all of them wearing serious expressions.
Sihong Miaoli's clothes fluttered as she slowly walked in.
In order to prevent nie biliu from urging her to continue refining the elixir, she had deliberately delayed for a while and chose this time to come.
At this moment, in the hall, the discussion was in full swing."... This is the third time that the demon-suppressing pass has fallen. It won't be long before we can take it back. However, such a repeated tug-of-war shows the rampant evil Dao ..."
"We received news yesterday that a few of the senior brothers and sisters who were transferred from us have died on the battlefield ..."