Shangguan Lingxiu nodded, her eyes weeping warm tears. She uttered in a soft voice, "Old Marshal wants all of us to leave. Only Yun Yang is to stay. Let us head out, quickly."
She knew that time was running out, especially for the old marshal. Without further elaboration, she urged everyone out, pushing everyone far from the tent so that they were five hundred feet away from it.
The old marshal was at the last stage of his life now. What he was about to say to Supreme Cloud, whose identity was unknown to the masses, before he passed on must be important; no one should ever hear it.
If it were possible, Shangguan Lingxiu would have loved to chase everyone down the mountain to ensure confidentiality.
With how softly they were speaking inside, in addition to the deafening drums and the faint battle cries from the battlefield, it would be impossible even for God to eavesdrop over the five hundred feet of distance.