Gu Xia raised her eyebrows, curiosity rarely emerged, and she raised her voice slightly, "What is it?"

She didn't remember having any connection with anyone outside the world of cultivation.

Who could be the one who could make the Holy Son of the Spirit Race take this journey for him?

Mu Qingzhou, who always answered questions, did not answer her question immediately. Instead, he looked up at her.

There seemed to be an indescribable emotion hidden in those eyes.

Gu Xia looked confused. She leaned back a little and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Gu Xia."

After a while, Mu Qingzhou suddenly called her name.

"I know the current situation of the cultivation world." Although he came to Taiyi Sect in a hurry, he still knew some things on the way. Mu Qingzhou said: "The strength of the two tribes of demons and monsters after the alliance is definitely above yours, and if I am not mistaken, the many sects and families in the cultivation world are not of one mind, right?"

Gu Xia said, "So?"

"what do you want to say?"

There is no doubt that Mu Qingzhou, the holy son of the spirit race, is a smart man.

But to be honest, Gu Xia actually doesn't like dealing with this group of smart people.

Maybe it’s because they don’t like to speak human language.

Seeing her impatient tone, Mu Qingzhou remained calm and didn't even show a trace of displeasure on his face. He continued, "The Five Sects have stood in the cultivation world for a thousand years. Apart from the demons and monsters, I think there may be others who have other intentions."

He was right about this.

People's minds are unpredictable, and even in this situation, Gu Xia cannot guarantee 100% that everyone can work together.

She suddenly realized, "You mean, no matter what time, the existence of troublemakers is inevitable, right?"

Mu Qingzhou: "..."

That's the truth, but why do these words sound so unpleasant when they come out of her mouth?

……

Mu Qingzhou did not directly answer Gu Xia's words. He continued to look at her, "The two demon tribes have been planning for many years. This time, the outcome of the attack is naturally a fight to the death."

Of course, Gu Xia knew this very well.

In the end, there are only two possible outcomes.

Either the demon clan succeeds in their plan and realizes their ambition of trampling the world of cultivation under their feet, or they are forced back by the world of cultivation again and continue to behave like demons.

As of now, the probability of the latter winning is indeed not very obvious.

He added: "But no matter what the outcome is, there is no doubt that many people will die in the end."

Gu Xia had no way to refute this. After all, the news of the Demon Lord's massacre in the city had just spread not long ago, otherwise the sect leaders would not have left in such a hurry.

This is something that is unavoidable, and even the Five Sects cannot guarantee that everyone can be saved.

Because when that time really comes, even they themselves will probably be unable to protect themselves.

She leaned against a nearby tree. "What do you want to say?"

The girl suppressed her irritability between her eyebrows and eyes, "I am not very patient..."

"But you want to save them?"

Mu Qingzhou asked a question abruptly.

Gu Xia was stunned for a moment, then spread his hands and smiled, "Son, do you think too highly of me?"

"I am just a small disciple, not a savior. You should ask my master about this question."

The young man tilted his head, "What about your brothers?"

Gu Xia’s smile froze.

She was silent for a few seconds and asked: "What do you know?"

"nothing."

Mu Qingzhou's tone was still calm, "Let me remind you, if the demons don't have enough chips in the end, they will most likely attack the five sects."

"Nothing is more profound than the fortune of the five sects that are home to so many geniuses."

……