"Sorry to trouble Fellow Daoist Bing Yang. Please go back and tell the Icega Demon King that Fellow Daoist Che Tong and I will certainly pay a visit when the time comes." Gu Xueqin pondered for a moment, exchanged a glance with the Nethermoon King Python, then nodded in agreement.
"Then I shall await the honor of your visit." Bing Yang smiled at that. Seeing that Gu Xueqin had no intention of asking him to stay, a thought stirred in his heart. The terrifying fluctuations of the natural calamity around the Snow Civet Palace could be sensed even by a blind man.
Bing Yang's visit this time was clearly not simply to invite Gu Xueqin.
Otherwise, why had he come neither sooner nor later, but at this particular moment? And why had he directly barged in even though the Snow Civet Palace had already closed its gates?
The Snow Civet Palace already had two Golden Immortal-level experts, Gu Xueqin and Che Tong. Such powerful natural-calamity fluctuations meant that another Heavenly Immortal-level demon was certainly attempting to break through into a new realm.
Once that succeeded, wouldn't the Snow Civet Palace have three Golden Immortal-level experts?
Even the Icega Demon King, together with his Left and Right Envoys, had only three Golden Immortal-level demon creatures. A mere Ice Civet Hall had actually managed to barely stand shoulder to shoulder with the Icega Demon Hall.
How could anyone tolerate another sleeping soundly beneath their bed? The powerful Snow Civet Palace made the Icega Demon King feel an enormous threat, especially since its previous act of yielding part of its territory seemed even more bizarre.
With such formidable strength, the other party apparently had no need to fear the Icega Demon King too much. Yet Bing Yang truly could not see through their