Laozi slowly turned around, his robes stirring in the wind. His long brows lowered as he looked upon the Mystic Gate disciples.
"Junior brothers, Junior Sister, shall we fight a battle in the name of the Mystic Gate?"
Yuanshi stood with a sweep of his sleeve and cupped his hands without hesitation.
"I shall obey Senior Brother's command!"
Tongtian gripped the Qingping Sword and gave a light laugh, his bearing lofty.
"The Mystic Gate's honor must not be disgraced!"
Nüwa slightly turned her head toward Bei Ming, her gaze carrying a questioning meaning.
Previously, Bei Ming had been willing to accompany her to rescue Fuxi.
Though he had not gotten the chance to act, Nüwa had accepted the sentiment.
However, Fuxi had been severely wounded by the Ancestor Wizards. Taking advantage of the Three Pure Ones' challenge, Nüwa also wanted to vent her anger for her brother.
Bei Ming's gaze was calm, but his tone was firm.
"Since all of you Ancestor Wizards are dissatisfied with our Mystic Gate, why not settle this here and determine who is superior, lest future conflicts continue and bring needless trouble? Peace is fought for."
Hongjun had already merged with the Dao. He would not appear over trivial matters.
As disciples of a great Saint's sect, the Mystic Gate disciples could not be like other Rogue Cultivators, retreating like mice before cats whenever they saw the Ancestor Wizards.
But in the Primordial Wilderness, if one wanted status, one had to let strength speak.
The Three Pure Ones still possessed great influence. Once the three of them agreed, they occupied three seats within the Mystic Gate. Raising the Mystic Gate's banner, they confronted the Wu Clan.
At this moment, no matter what, Bei Ming could not cause division.
If the Mystic Gate fell into internal