The colossal ship rumbled.
It docked at the Sky Harbor.
Under Daoist Lord Ping's watchful care, they returned to Demon Underworld with smooth sailing all the way.
"There are still important matters in the sect. I cannot leave."
"Many thanks..." Tu Shan Jun clasped his hands in salute.
"Ah."
Daoist Lord Ping waved a hand slightly and said calmly, "No need to say thanks so often. Keeping it in your heart is enough."
"The sect's support for you is not limited to those things. It is also for the sect's development. The future belongs to you. If old things like us can contribute a little more strength, that would be excellent."
"This time..."
"We were acting under personal names, after all."
"You have the sect's support, but you must not grow lax. Yin Heaven is unlike the Yang World, and the sect is no longer what it once was. If you cannot gain a firm foothold and are driven away, the sect will have no way to seek justice for you."
Daoist Lord Ping warned them.
Wu Rong's expression remained calm as he clasped his hands and said, "If I cannot establish a power in Yin Heaven, it will only mean this disciple is incapable."
The middle-aged elder standing beside Daoist Lord Ping smiled. "When you have time, return to the sect for a look."
"I will." Tu Shan Jun nodded slightly.
Daoist Lord Ping looked toward Qiu Longjue beside him and said, "Elder Qiu will remain behind to assist your disciple."
"Spreading the Dao throughout the world differs from personal cultivation. There will inevitably be trivial matters, and even more fighting and killing. In such matters, there is no harm in listening more to Elder Qiu's advice."
"..."
After a round of instructions, Daoist Lord Ping and the other