Yuanshi glanced toward Purple Mansion Continent and snorted.
"These Wu Clan barbarians really know how to pick their timing."
"Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared." Bei Ming's gaze was profound as he reminded them,
"Before Dong Wangong attacked the Dragon Clan, several Ancestor Wizards of the Wu Clan had already gathered their tribes and advanced toward the East Sea coast.
"In the end, the Immortal Court, which flaunted Hongjun's banner of orthodoxy, was a thorn in the eyes of both the Wu and Yao Clans.
"The Wu Clan has always been deeply attached to titles like orthodox lineage of the Primordial Wilderness and Orthodox Lineage of Pangu."
Jieyin's heart trembled. He only hoped his junior brother would know his limits and not become too greedy.
Earlier, Jieyin and Zhunti had traveled east together from the West.
Jieyin had come to honor an appointment, while Zhunti had taken the opportunity to sneak into Purple Mansion Continent, planning to "raid the home" and make a fortune.
In his desire to rapidly expand his forces, Dong Wangong had never hesitated to win over talent, and he also needed elite cultivators to form the Ten Thousand Immortals Array.
Thus, the Immortal Court's Treasure Trove had long been drained dry. What remained were merely low- and mid-tier items.
To truly wealthy figures like the Three Pure Ones, Bei Ming, and Nüwa, such things were not worth personally taking action over—especially not stealing.
After all, damaging one's reputation for a few resources was simply not worth it.
Not long ago, while the Mystic Gate and the Demon Race were confronting each other,
Daoist Bengshan, who had initially been instantly slain by Zhu Long, fled in a miserable state. Only his Primordial Spirit returned to the Immortal Court.
He hid in a quiet room, his