Half an hour ago.
In a fairly spacious room, a candle flickered like a bean, and three people sat together, the leading elder's eyes grim.
"Given the situation, I won't hide certain things from you anymore, Nalan Shuo, Lou Huixiang, Fang Zhou, and the recently departed Chang Chuchu; they are all sacrifices in this mission. At least four people must remain in the courtyard to use the ashes to drive out the Ancestor and force him into the attic, paving the path for our final strike," Xiang Fengchen stated these words with an expression neither sad nor happy, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.
A few seconds later, Xiang Fengchen turned his head, looking somewhat surprised at Yang Xiao, "You seem quite composed. I originally thought you'd blame me for the death of your Director Nalan."
"You're not that stupid. With only seven of us left, if four were to die at once, the three of us might as well await death," Yang Xiao replied calmly.
