"Lord Siming, we've been waiting for you for so long. You've finally arrived!"
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Could you wish for something good for once?
With Lord Siming backing them, the Great Gan cultivators finally had someone to rally around. Lord Silei found the courage to answer Guan Shanhai. He jerked his head up and looked at Guan Shanhai with disdain.
"We only went into hiding in the Immortal Palace to lessen the influence of faith power. Otherwise, what chance would your Great Yu have had? You merely raised a few waves and thought yourselves invincible."
"Do you think being an immortal makes you so special?"
Lord Sichen went further, stepping aside and solemnly introducing the stunned Siming:
"Look, our Great Gan has an immortal too!"
"This is Lord Siming, who conferred titles on us Lords and mass-produced Dao Fruit embryos!"
With the long-awaited Lord Siming here at Prison Peak as well, the Great Gan cultivators' spirits soared. They stood tall and glared back at the Great Yu cultivators.
Siming had fallen into deep thought for the first time in ages. On the way here, he had imagined all sorts of reactions from his old subordinates, but never this one.
They were acting like they'd been possessed.
Siming shook his head slightly. What was the point of talking about conferring titles on Lords and manufacturing Dao Fruit embryos? Those were old stories. They were all trapped here now—what good would arguing about the past do?
Guan Shanhai scoffed. "So you mass-produced Dao Fruit embryos. That's hardly worth bragging about. My Imprint Dao Fruit can make them too, and I don't even need to rely on faith power."
"You act as if it were some great achievement."
"What did you say?" Siming slapped his thigh and pointed angrily at Guan Shanhai. He could call