Buzhou Mountain.
Pangu Hall.
Di Jun, Taiyi, East Prince Gong, Candle Dragon, and the former Demon Clan behind them, along with the many experts of the Immortal Court, had all gathered there.
They wore solemn expressions and bowed respectfully toward Zhou Ming above the main hall.
"Your disciples pay their respects to Sage Zhou Ming!"
Zhou Ming's gaze swept over them one by one, and he nodded calmly.
"Not bad. Your cultivation has recovered quite well."
Di Jun bowed to Zhou Ming again.
"Thanks to the Sage's and the Witch Clan's full support, we would never have been able to recover to the Grand Unity Golden Immortal Realm so quickly otherwise."
East Prince Gong chimed in.
"We will never forget the Sage's grace in granting us a new lease on life."
Hearing the Sage's praise, however, none of them felt the slightest joy. Instead, they all tensed.
They knew very well that the Sage had gone to great lengths to preserve their True Spirits.
He had also expended resources to help them restore their cultivation. He had not done so out of charity.
There was no such thing as a free lunch.
Now, it was time for them to demonstrate their value.
Zhou Ming ignored their flattery and merely said calmly,
"Follow me."
With that, he rose and walked outside the hall.
Di Jun, East Prince Gong, and the others exchanged glances, their hearts stirring.
It had come.
They all knew that Zhou Ming had gone to great lengths to preserve their True Spirits.
He had also paid such a tremendous price to help them recover their strength. It was impossible that he had done so out of kindness.
Now was the time for them to demonstrate their value.
Without the slightest hesitation, they hurried after Zhou Ming and left