Present Day
Mo Jian sat in his office, lost in thought. The news he had received from the ancient Qiu clan's ancestors was not encouraging.
He had believed the prideful ancient clans could hold back the Evil Sects, but he was wrong. They were on the verge of defeat.
It was right that he hadn't depended on them to save them, he thought, tapping the wooden table gently as he planned his next course of action.
"I bet those evil cultivators from the northern and central regions will already be on their way," he mused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"I should have hired Peak Golden Core Experts," he muttered, then shook his head and decided not to dwell on it any longer.
Now, they were not as helpless as before.
Although he did not want to use the Mystic Cannon against a Peak Golden Core Expert, if they came, he would have no choice but to use it.
Just as he was contemplating how to handle the incoming storm, a light knock came from the door.
