Bai Yaoyao sat cross-legged on a piece of azure jade.
Faint wisps of Chaos Energy curled around her.
At those words, she opened her eyes.
"Lu Chen is breaking through a critical bottleneck. It won't be that fast. We just need to wait patiently."
She still wore that same aloof expression.
But deep in her eyes, there was a thread of concern that was difficult to detect.
She had wrapped that concern layer upon layer in a cold exterior.
Only the most attentive person could discover it.
Sun Wukong carried the Golden Cudgel on his shoulder and squatted on a boulder.
He scratched his ears and cheeks.
"Ah, this is killing me!"
"There's nothing here! We might as well go out and find a few Netherworld Cult brats to beat up!"
He was naturally warlike.
Being stuck recuperating these past few days had been even more agonizing than sitting in prison.
Yang Jian closed his eyes and rested.
The Celestial Eye between his brows opened and closed slightly as he said indifferently:
"Wukong, calm down."
"Before the Lord of Borderless emerges from seclusion, it would be unwise to create unnecessary complications."
His voice was steady and powerful.
It carried a force that inspired confidence.
Pan was the most peaceful of them all.
A gentle green radiance filled with vitality emanated from him as he lightly swayed his branches.
The green radiance brushed over everyone, like a spring breeze caressing their faces and soothing their somewhat restless emotions.
The Azure Emperor sat in the seat of honor.
His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering something.
As Lu Chen's father and one of Borderless's highest-profile leaders at present, he was under tremendous pressure.
The Netherworld Cult was watching them like a tiger stalking its prey.
The gazes of every