Gu Chaoyan and the others set out alongside the Elder Men.
However, the Head of the Undead Race had different plans. He contemplated making a discreet escape, fully aware that the impending battle could spell doom for him if he didn't slip away unnoticed.
As he took a few cautious steps, Gu Chaoyan intervened, pulling him back gently. "Where are you going?"
The Head of the Undead Race let out a sly chuckle and winked at Gu Chaoyan. "You may be willing to risk your life, but I've just survived a perilous ordeal, and I value my existence. I won't willingly march into danger."
Gu Chaoyan, her voice hushed, tried to persuade him. "The mystic realm holds countless treasures. If we can secure even a few of them, your recovery is practically guaranteed. Without your support, I can't ensure the safety of the Supreme Sect and the mystic realm. These treasures are the key. Won't you reconsider? We're all taking a risk here."
