"Later, in the battle at Immortal City, you fought Little Wan Song?" I asked at once. At that moment, the Second Tribulation True Immortals—including Yun Bingxin and Zhao Qian—had all flown off to command the battleships in various areas. Shao Zi, Xiang Ling, Li Qinghe, and the others were no exception. Only Grandma and Senior Brother Hai had accompanied me to the Ancient God battleship to direct the battle. Thus, when we returned to the carrier, we inevitably continued discussing the matter.
The battlefield had entered its final phase. After Qingcheng Ruoxue fled, the Divine Court's fleet began withdrawing in an orderly fashion. Although our Heavenly Dao battleships had suffered heavy losses, after receiving supplies aboard the Ancient God carrier, they had regained their combat capabilities. They were now mainly engaged in pursuit. Zhao Qian and Li Qinghe had gone after them, and I did not stop them. Of course, the principle that one should not pursue a cornered enemy still had to be kept in mind. Qingcheng Ruoxue was simply too cunning.
"That fellow was extremely sinister. Not only did he conceal his true purpose, he even pretended to be furious about his ties with that gang of bandit immortals who had ambushed us. When we suddenly announced that we intended to flee with the Shan-Hai Realm, he actually put on an extremely agreeable face and insisted on leaving with us." Senior Brother Hai sneered, while Grandma and Great-Grandma could only smile bitterly, clearly troubled by how difficult the fellow was to deal with.
"Otherwise, he wouldn't be Little Wan Song." I smiled, but Senior Brother Hai shook his head. "It was simply too ridiculous. I slammed the table and immediately said that I wasn't playing with him anymore. That brat was unbelievable. He actually put on a righteous