The battle on Prison Net Island ended in haste.
Neither Han Yuan's group nor Ling Yu and the others showed any joy. All of them hurried back to their respective camps.
Nine-Head Mountain in Vermilion Province was now Eastern Heaven Daoism's temporary camp in the Jiuzhou World.
Gazing from afar at the pavilions, towers, immortal palaces, and cloud halls nestled amid the nine unbroken mountain ranges, Ling Yu suddenly said, "This time, Lingzhao must properly explain exactly what he did. A perfectly good battle turned out to be all roar and no bite. We ended up becoming laborers for him."
Xuanyi burst into laughter. "No matter, no matter. Judging from Han Yuan and the others' expressions when they left, they clearly suffered a loss. As long as they lost, we won."
"But when we return this time, Lingzhao really must give us an explanation. At the very least, we should be prepared in the future, shouldn't we?"
The others nodded one after another. Clearly, today's battle, which had begun like a tiger and ended like a snake, had left them thoroughly baffled as well.
When they returned to Nine-Head Mountain, they found that the main hall had already been laid with delicacies from land and sea, fine wine and jade liquor. Lin Fan personally stood before the hall to welcome them back. "Congratulations on your triumphant return, fellow Daoists. Come, come, the feast has been prepared. Please take your seats at once. Let me cleanse you of the dust of the journey."
After Lin Fan made such a show of it, the others found it awkward to press the matter further.
But Ling Yu entered the hall with an annoyed look and asked directly, "Lingzhao, explain yourself at once. You've been ordering so many of us about—there must be some