"What do you mean? Could there be some problem with these golden threads?" I asked in surprise.
"They've all become puppets of Immortal Lord Wanqi, sustained endlessly by the power of the Mother Cauldron. There should be quite a few people you know among them, right? It would be easy for me and the immortals of my own faction to wipe them out, but what if I accidentally vaporized some of your people? What would you do then?" Li Poxiao was being decent enough. At least he hadn't started slaughtering them yet.
Just as I was wondering how to answer, Immortal Lord Wanqi suddenly appeared before us. He was now dressed in a robe with gold as its base color, countless golden motes swirling around him as he looked at me and Li Poxiao with a smile.
"Friend Li, what's this? I said it was strange—you suddenly stopped fighting because you brought Immortal Venerable Xia here. This is different from what I expected. I thought you were afraid, but you really should be afraid. The struggle between those who have proven the Dao of Heaven is indeed cruel. Although your proving-Dao cauldron is grander than mine, you forgot to bind the people who followed you in proving the Dao to yourself, didn't you? Besides, those who can become cauldron lords and cauldron servants are far stronger than the cannon fodder you brought along to prove the Dao! And two fists can't contend with ten hands. In terms of numbers, I seem to have you beat by far as well." Immortal Lord Wanqi chuckled, then waved his hand. A swarm of black dots was immediately summoned over. Countless golden threads trailed behind those immortals, making them look just like puppets on strings!
I watched the immortals draw near. Each of them