Hua Muyang pondered repeatedly, unable to come up with any other solution. He had no choice but to head to the Hushan back mountain, to visit those reclusive masters and see if he could invite any ancestor-level figures.
However, this time around, even if Hua Muyang were eloquent, none were willing to lend a hand. He had neither the ability to force them, so he could only return to his residence dejectedly.
"If the Blood Clan and Werewolves were to make a move again, with their greedy nature, they would definitely attack Medicine King Valley," Hua Muyang thought to himself.
"As things stand, Hushan Sect and Medicine King Valley are in a situation where the lips are lost and the teeth feel the cold. The only option is to send all of Hushan Sect's experts there and see if we can overwhelm them with numbers, using the sea of people strategy to eliminate the opposition," he concluded.
