At this, the Abyss Clan Saint's expression changed slightly. Naturally, he knew which little brats among the Three Western Heavens Clans could still threaten Yuan Li Qingyun.
But this was already a fairly good outcome.
What remained depended on whether that youngster had the fate to break through the obstacles of the various clans and ascend to the Quasi-Saint realm.
He replied flatly, "Since we are abiding by the Primordial Pact, however the juniors wish to play, my Abyss Clan naturally has no objections!"
After a slight pause, the Abyss Saint added casually, "I only fear that when your descendants suffer losses in the future, you will no longer be able to afford this game..."
The indistinct figure seated upon the lotus platform, that mighty and sacred being, and several other Saints immediately snorted coldly.
"Since when did the Abyss Clan become so arrogant!"
"Yuanhe, there is no need for your provocation! Before reaching the Quasi-Saint realm, anything can happen!"
"Among the descendants of the Saints, who would truly fall behind that Yuan Li Qingyun..."
Provoked by Saint Yuanhe, the Saints could no longer bring themselves to use any lowly, dirty tricks in secret to scheme against the Dao Path and life of that Abyss Clan boy.
"Boy, I hope you can hold on. Do not disappoint me after I have repeatedly fished you out of trouble." Saint Yuanhe could not help but feel a flicker of delight.
He looked down upon the enormous "water bubble" below once more. Seeing that the boy had suppressed Number Eight Mayfly Land until no one dared fight him for the moment, a trace of proud exhilaration rose beneath his indifferent Saint's heart.
That boy of the Yuan Li Family truly has my bearing from back then!
That Li Xuankun had stumbled into producing