"Has Mr. Sun invited the Qinghe Three Ancestors?"
She hadn't forgotten this neutral force, always wavering between both sides. Now, they must be forced to take a stand.
"It seems they have already sensed the unease and have gone into hiding. I also can't find any trace of these individuals."
Sun Yanbin's expression was quite somber.
"No matter. These people probably don't want to get involved for the time being. After we defeat the Stealing Heaven Alliance, we'll settle the score with them."
Mo Qingyan's voice was very cold.
"Mr. Mo's suggestion is excellent."
Jin Bingfeng and the others nodded their heads in agreement, their faces showing approval.
Afterward, Mo Qingyan and her four companions slowly walked towards the center of the high platform.
Their gazes were electric as they swept over the many Nascent Soul cultivators below.
A group of cultivators all looked at the people on the stage with solemn expressions, seemingly making guesses.
