Eastern Sea, Penglai Immortal Island—clouds and mist coiled around it, immortal aura thick in the air.
While the Three Pure Ones and the others were finalizing their alliance pact on Kunlun Mountain, Wu Ming had quietly descended upon this immortal realm beyond the sea.
Wu Ming appeared amidst the clouds, his voice piercing the mist and carrying clearly into the island.
"This poor daoist is Wu Ming, here to pay a visit to Daoist Friend East King Duke."
A moment later, the protective restriction around the immortal island silently opened a passage.
East King Duke wore a courteous smile as he cupped his hands. "So it is Daoist Friend Wu Ming, gracing us with your presence. This poor daoist failed to welcome you from afar. Please, come in."
Wu Ming gave a slight nod and followed East King Duke into the depths of Penglai Immortal Island.
Within the Immortal Palace Great Hall, immortal mist drifted dreamily, and Spiritual Qi was rich and dense.
Immortal attendants presented fragrant tea, its curling aroma spreading through the hall.
East King Duke raised his teacup and took a sip, then chuckled. "Why has Daoist Friend found the leisure to visit my humble Immortal Court today, rather than cultivating single-mindedly on Buzhou Mountain?"
Wu Ming set down his cup, his expression calm. "I came unannounced and failed to notify you in advance. I hope Daoist Friend will forgive the presumption."
"I have come this time to discuss an important matter with Daoist Friend."
East King Duke's brow twitched slightly. "Oh? What important matter could warrant Daoist Friend making the journey personally?"
Wu Ming did not beat around the bush, going straight to the heart of the matter.
"What does Daoist Friend think of the Demon Race as it now stands?"
The moment those words were