"Really, it's been hard on them. To be honest, I was somewhat angry just now. In the past, even when we were weak, or facing life-and-death situations, one word and we'd charge ahead, fearless of death. But now, indeed, some have started fearing for their lives. Without rivals, perhaps decadence is inevitable," Ye Shikai sighed.
"How many people have gathered now?"
"About a thousand, but many of them are newcomers."
"Alright, having them is sufficient." Ye Shikai waved his hand. When there were only dozens left in the Three Temples, didn't they manage to 'live' through it? There's nothing they can't overcome now. Even though the Three Temples' power has grown, Ye Shikai misses those old times. Perhaps he's never been one to settle down or maybe he's always been alert to danger.
"Sir, we're all battle-hardened, people who've walked through the blood and rain of blades. Now, without fights, we can't quite adapt," said Nightmare suddenly.
