The verdant peaks, ancient pines, and jagged rocks made the valley seem even more rustic. This was a Sage's divine ability: the Sage's will was gradually changing the entire valley.
Xuanjiao had shaken off his boredom. His spirits suddenly lifted, his eyes gleamed, and his aura surged.
Peng Demon King stared at Xuanjiao's sudden transformation and grumbled inwardly, A few people have arrived. What's there to make such a fuss about? He tugged at Golden Lion King beside him and asked, "Who are they, that Big Brother is taking them so seriously?"
"They're from the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan," Golden Lion King replied. "But their leader is the Nether River Daoist, a mighty innate deity."
Peng Demon King bellowed, "Those Witch Clan members dare show their faces here? The Primordial Chaos Lord has helped them so much, and they couldn't even spare the body of an Ancestor?"
Golden Lion King grabbed Peng Demon King. "Second Brother, don't talk nonsense. It's already a great blessing that Big Brother received such a boon."
"If they hadn't taken the Witch Clan's Essence Blood, Big Brother would have already grown all nine heads. I'll go teach them a lesson!"
Golden Lion King was helpless. This Heavenly Roc was hopelessly clueless about social niceties, but he was exceptionally kind and righteous. Some Mighty Cultivators saw his simple nature and didn't make things difficult for him.
Peng Demon King suddenly charged toward the newcomers and shouted, "Which of you are from the Witch Clan? I want to spar with you!"
Xuanjiao was alarmed. His expression changed as he scolded him, "Second Brother, don't be rude! Pay your respects to Ancestor Minghe!"
Minghe looked at Peng Demon King and laughed. "Ha! What a straightforward fellow. Kun Peng must have his hands full with him."
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