Jiang Ping An clasped his hands in front of him, his posture humble, and said:
"Senior, this junior truly has an urgent matter that must be reported to Old Ancestor in person. I beg Senior to pass on a message."
A trace of impatience and coldness entered Liu Xuanhan's voice. "What pressing matter could an Immortal like you possibly have? Old Ancestor handles countless affairs every day and has no time to see you."
As an Immortal Lord, Old Ancestor either needed to comprehend the Great Dao or face the Demon Race. How could a mere low-level Immortal be qualified to meet Old Ancestor?
Jiang Ping An opened his mouth, wanting to speak of the evil demons, but in the end, he swallowed the matter back down.
The evil demons had infiltrated the entire Star Luo Pavilion. Even Golden Immortal Realm experts had become evil demons.
Jiang Ping An was not sure whether this senior before him was an evil demon. Even if that possibility was tiny, nearly impossible, he could not afford to be careless over it.
He could not afford to gamble.
If he lost the gamble, there was only one path—death.
For a Golden Immortal Realm expert, crushing him to death was easier than crushing a bug, and no one would notice.
"Senior..."
Jiang Ping An wanted to say more, but the golden space vanished, and he returned to reality.
"Old Ancestor is not someone you can disturb."
With a casual wave of Liu Xuanhan's hand, Jiang Ping An and Yue Liuying were teleported to the Nether Moon Palace Entrance.
An anxious look appeared on Jiang Ping An's face. The matter of the evil demons could only be told to the Nether Moon Palace Old Ancestor in person. He would not feel at ease even if it