Nether Son spoke simply and bluntly, leaving the gathered powerhouses speechless.
It was true. Enlightenment Ancestor Tree had invited the powerhouses of the world, and anyone who wanted to come was welcome—including cultivators from the Dark World.
But it was Nether Son's next remark that truly stirred up everyone's resentment.
Did he look down on everyone here?
Nether Son didn't care what they thought and walked straight toward Hua Yunfei.
"Fellow Daoist, you have a Dragon Chariot and aren't going to invite me for a ride?" Nether Son asked with a grin.
"Please," Hua Yunfei replied with a smile.
Nether Son sat down without a trace of reservation, shifted his backside, and looked pleased. "Not bad. A chariot pulled by Sacred Dragons sure is comfortable—and what a fine way to show off. Fellow Daoist, how about lending it to me for a few days? I'll tour the heavens and make everyone jealous."
After spending some time with Hua Yunfei, Nether Son, who had once been dignified and proper, had been thoroughly led astray.
"If you want it, you can have it," Hua Yunfei said.
"Haha, great! It's a deal, then. When I get back to the Dark World, those guys will be green with envy." Nether Son burst out laughing.
Everyone looked at the increasingly gloomy-faced Crown Prince of the Sacred Dragon Clan. Those two were definitely doing this on purpose.
"Fellow Daoist, I want a ride too."
The Black Robed Person walked over without the slightest embarrassment, as though there had never been any enmity between them.
Rumble!
A phantom Sacred Dragon came hurtling toward them.
The Crown Prince of the Sacred Dragon Clan had finally lost his patience.
These men were treating the Sacred Dragon Clan with such contempt. If he could put up with it, he would