Evening's slanting sun shone through the colored glazed lattice windows.
Inside the immortal hall, Xia Lan's face was filled with anxiety.
"Grandmother already told me. Grandfather, you and the other Immortal Lords are going to the Gods and Demons Battlefield to plot against Sister White Dragon..."
Xia Lan spoke to the white-haired, white-bearded Immortal Lord Xia with a catch in her voice. It was true that her grandfather doted on his granddaughter, but she also knew that immortals and gods were difficult to persuade when enough benefits lay before them. If so many Immortal Lords were willing to act, the matter involved could not be simple.
Immortal Lord Xia raised a hand and gently stroked his granddaughter's head.
"I know you and the White Dragon are close, but in this Primordial Immortal Realm, some matters are beyond one's control. Since the Heavenly Court has already passed, the old army should also come to an end. It is the time, it is the fate. Only the White Dragon has leapt beyond destiny; no one wishes to see her alter its course."
Even the most mild-tempered Immortal Lord Xia was wary of this newly risen troublemaker, let alone the overlords of the various immortal realms who had set their hearts on dominance.
There were, in truth, even deeper reasons. Bai Yujun bore too many halos.
Over a few thousand years, she had risen from an utterly ordinary little dragon who ascended from the lower realm into the powerhouse she was today.
She wielded the divine weapon of the empress of the Ancient Desolate Dragon Court, had fused with the earth veins of the Kunlun Ruins, held the key to the North Heavenly Gate, could enter and leave the Heavenly Court at will, and was suspected of harboring other secrets besides...
Xia Lan