C1725 The Sword Sect Was Unsealed

"Lord Faang, what should the Ruby Hand do now?"

Elsewhere in the northern reaches of the Land of Quiescence, Hou Tianzhao clutched the Phoenix Feather Fan, fanning himself vigorously. His plump face was slick with sweat as he called out in distress.

Along the desolate rim of the volcano, Faang Yao and many other cultivators from the Ruby Hand stood watch over the battle