"Granny He Po!"
Whoosh!
As Aunt Wen Ling's voice fell, a ghostly figure appeared beside Venerable Mount Tai.
The person was dressed in red robes. She was none other than He Po, the Wen Family's Heavenly Sovereign.
She stood beside Venerable Mount Tai, the two standing shoulder to shoulder as they coldly gazed at Elder Mo Jin.
As the sleeves of Wen Family's He Po billowed, the sound of a surging river seemed to faintly emanate from inside her body.
Elder Mo Jin finally stopped. His old face turned extremely gloomy as he stared at He Po and said darkly, "The Wen Family intends to interfere in this matter as well? Aren't you afraid of getting burned?"
With Wen Family's He Po and Venerable Mount Tai, there were two Heavenly Sovereigns. Even the Futur Ancient Clan would not gain much of an advantage.
Wen Family's He Po slightly raised her eyelids and said indifferently, "Although my Wen Family's foundations aren't as deep as those of your Primordial Ancient Races, we still know that favors must be repaid.
"Mr. Mo Yu helped Ling Yun and the others greatly. I'm not blind, so naturally I can't stand by and watch you shameless old things bully him through sheer numbers."
Anger surged in Mo Jin's eyes, but he did not explode. He merely took a deep breath and stared coldly at Mo Yu. "I didn't expect you to be able to mobilize two Heavenly Sovereigns. Not bad."
Mo Yu expressionlessly stared at him. His hand tightly gripped a Thunder Talisman inside his sleeve, and a trace of killing intent flashed through his eyes.
If things really come down to it, I'll summon my true body. I refuse to believe that the Futur Ancient Clan can send out a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign!
"Unfortunately,