Two days later!
At Bai Tianheng's order, all the younger generation disciples were called upon for an announcement.
They don't know why.
Was it to attack the Li-Zhao Clan?
To prepare for another attack?
Perhaps something else all together.
But this was the first time, Clan Leader has addressed them since the Li-Zhao Clan's attack.
Bai Tianheng stood atop the highest platform, hands clasped behind his back.
When the crowd had quieted, his voice rang out.
"We have endured a great storm recently. The Li and Zhao Clans came with blood in their hearts. They came to bury our clan."
His gaze swept across the hundreds of young cultivators before him—some no older than sixteen, others nearing the peak of the Golden Core Realm.
"But look around you. Are we dead?"
"Are we scattered? Broken?"
"No!"
"We still stand!"
A powerful surge of Qi radiated from him as he raised one hand to the sky.
"And now, we rise!"
