"Fine, same as before—we'll take this slowly. You clapped your hands just now and called so many people over, so I'll clap my hands too. Let's see what tricks I can pull off."
Fan Lang smiled brightly, raised his hand and clapped twice. Showing off his goofy side, he even sang a fitting line of lyrics.
"If you're happy, clap your hands~ Clap clap!"
Fan Lang imitated Li Balian and clapped twice.
Li Balian's gaze sharpened as she looked around, expecting an army to emerge from somewhere. Yet everything remained windless and calm; no one appeared. She then looked toward the Nether Dragon, thinking the people aboard would disembark, but the ship did not even open its hatch.
"Where are they?" Li Balian asked.
"I never said I was going to conjure up any people. I was just clapping for fun." Fan Lang teased.
Li Balian's gaze turned colder. "We did not come here to play with you."
"Don't rush, don't rush. That didn't count. This time, I'm getting serious." Fan Lang clapped again, though he still did not look particularly serious. "If you're happy, clap your hands~"
This clap was no longer a feint.
Someone really did descend here, and it was a major figure.
He wore a Daoist robe, with silver-white hair and a face as cold and sharp as one carved from stone. His eyes resembled burning suns, radiance flowing through his every movement. Beneath his feet drifted fluffy Auspicious Clouds.
Everyone belonging to the Dao Court recognized him. The newcomer was one of the Dao Court's Chief Seats. This position carried tremendous weight within the Dao Court; there were only thirty-six Chief Seats in the entire Dao Court, corresponding to the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits.
After arriving, the Silver-Haired Chief Seat held a Dao Court command disk