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Chapter 821: If I Could Hear Dao in the Morning, I May Die in the Evening Without Regret!

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

"Faction Master... what should we do?!" Elder Xiao Yunhe looked at Faction Master Feng Xuehe and asked.

At this moment, the Xiaoyao Ancestral Master and people from other major factions also stood up.

"Seniors, what do you think?" Even the Heavenly Faction Master must show respect to seniors like the Xiaoyao Ancestral Master. Feng Xuehe bowed slightly and asked them.

Everyone looked grim.

"This isn't a small issue." They exchanged a look; they had never looked so grim before.

The Xiaoyao Ancestral Master looked at the people of Heavenly Faction and said, "Tell us what happened without omitting any details."

Soon, these people told them the details of what happened to Elder Feng Yan who was guarding the back mountain and the Ancestral Master's Shrine.

The black-robed Elder Dugu Xiao from the Heavenly Faction said angrily, "We've worshipped these immortals for generations in the past thousands of years with incense sticks. Our faction was in the danger of collapse several times and had to be on guard of the invasions from the godly palaces from the West Continent. However, we received no protection from these immortals. Despite the death of our elders and faction masters, we managed to survive! We just treated them as if they didn't exist!"

"But now..." Elder Dugu Xiao sneered, "The moment that our Heavenly Faction obtained some progress, they begin to threaten us and give us pressure."

"Yuck! They just don't want us to progress!"

"But..." The white-robed Elder Xiao Yunhe sighed, "The thing is that we are no match for them. Fighting those existences is like hitting a rock with an egg. We must think carefully."

The Xiaoyao Ancestral Master, Dugu Yi, and others exchanged a look and squinted their eyes.

...

– Meanwhile, in shops like the one in Jiuhua City and Half City –

The cultivators and warriors obviously had also received the same message.

The Taixi Faction Master, the leader of one of the Three Saint Factions, sat in the grand hall in the faction and felt dejected.

"It has been so many years..." The old Daoist dressed in a purple robe looked at the dark sky out of the hall with a lost expression. The dark sky looked as if a destructive catastrophe was brewing. He couldn't help but wonder if the gods would get so angry that they would turn the mortal world upside-down.

"I had dreamed of seeing an immortal. Today, I finally got my wish, but..." He had never looked so melancholic and lost before.

Even he, a famous major faction master, sat on this couch in a daze with coldness in his heart.

"Stay away from them and forget the past. This is the only way that you can still live."

These words were tossed out casually.

To forget certain things meant that they would return to their previous state.

"Faction Master..." Beside him, Elder Disciple Ling Wanyin tried to speak but didn't know what to say.

Yes, in the shop, they were not as powerful as those experienced old players. Maybe they were just insignificant figures here.

At this moment, Ling Wanyin felt like an ant that would be turned to dust by one casual trample of the huge ancient ship full of immortals and gods.