"Xiu'er, the situation in the city is dire right now, amidst the flames of war. I understand you want to thank that master, but the priority is to organize the troops and reduce losses. This is not the time for impulsive actions."
The middle-aged man spoke with a furrowed brow, feeling uneasy as he watched Li Xiaobai enter the city.
He didn't intend to repay the other party—hosting a banquet might foster goodwill, but now is not the time when the city is in peril.
The resource consumption hasn't been calculated yet. What if the other party demands exorbitant recompense? Such a formidable person cannot be resisted by them.
"Father, have you forgotten that the Sky Blade Sect is here to attack Primordial City? The cultivator named Sun was just the vanguard. If their sect finds out that he hasn't returned, they will immediately deploy strong forces to seize the city, and we will not be spared."