They can only wait and must absolutely not charge in recklessly, as it would be tantamount to seeking death, and it would also bring disaster upon the Daoist sects of the Grassland.
Although the Sword Cultivators were frustrated, they were not mindless idiots. They knew that their number, fewer than a hundred, could not determine the battlefield's situation and wasn't their place to decide.
"What if there's no opportunity? They will certainly return the same way after succeeding, and we can ambush them on their way back." Shi Le was still unwilling to give in.
Hou Niao explained, "If you want to act, it must be here, because we can pin the blame on the Lian Sect; ambush on the Grassland? What's your reasoning? Do you think the Wu Sect is stupid, unaware that we Sword Sect are the only cultivation force on the Grassland?"
Shi Le sighed. He knew his senior brother's logic was sound, but having traveled thousands of miles just to watch a play was a bit hard to reconcile.
