Three Thousand Years East of the River, Three Thousand Years West of the River

Three Thousand Years East of the River, Three Thousand Years West of the River

Primeval Lord of Heaven also understood that sometimes, one could not push too hard. After all, they were Saints too. If he gave them not even a tiny bit of face, they might just quit.

Primeval Lord of Heaven said, "My disciple Nanjí has been placed on the Investiture of the Gods List!"

"Hmm?"

Daoist Zhunti said, "Daoist Primeval, what does your disciple being placed on the Investiture of the Gods List have to do with us?"

"Wait, who did you say was placed on the Investiture of the Gods List?"

Daoist Zhunti had initially thought that one of Primeval Lord of Heaven's disciples had died, but what did that have to do with them? Yet he quickly realized something was wrong.

Who had died again?

If he had not misheard, it seemed to be Nanjí? Nanjí? Old Man of the South Pole? Daoist Jieyin also realized something was amiss and looked toward Primeval Lord of Heaven.

Primeval Lord of Heaven said, "My disciple, Old Man of the South Pole, has been placed on the Investiture of the Gods List."

"Hmm?"

Having received confirmation from Primeval Lord of Heaven, Daoist Zhunti immediately lost his composure and continued asking, "The Old Man of the South Pole who came to my Mount Sumeru?"

Primeval Lord of Heaven glanced at Daoist Zhunti as though looking at an idiot. "There is only one Old Man of the South Pole in my Chanjiao, and I have only one disciple called Old Man of the South Pole."

"This..."

Having received confirmation once more, Daoist Zhunti no longer cared about the look in Old Man of the South Pole's eyes.

Daoist Zhunti and Daoist Jieyin exchanged looks. Daoist Jieyin stepped forward and said,