Chapter 5723 Sweeping Ninefold Heaven
- "Next stop, Greenwood Sect. I want every shard of their ten-millennium Spirit-Nurturing Tree," Jared said, his voice quiet yet sharp enough to draw blood.
- The Draconian army arrived like a summer squall and departed just as quickly, leaving the Netherfrost Sect in smoking silence. Their radiant, crimson-robed sect master stood amid broken pillars, her expression a tangle of humiliation, lingering dread, and—though she would never admit it—relief.
- At the very least, the sect still stood, and her people still breathed.