Beirut heard Bluefire's question and looked at him in puzzlement. "Didn't I tell you?
Huo Dan was a member of the Eight Great Clans.
The very Eight Great Clans that fought the Four Divine Beasts to the death every day."
Bluefire was taken aback again by Beirut's words. Then he said, "You really never told me. But I guess it's not a big deal.
At worst, I just won't go to any other planes.
I doubt that person can come to the Yulan Plane. Otherwise, Lord Beirut certainly wouldn't be so relaxed."
Bluefire's words made Beirut's old face redden slightly, but he quickly recovered. He simply stopped responding to Bluefire and turned to Zhao Nan instead.
Seeing Beirut look his way, Zhao Nan asked in puzzlement, "Lord Beirut, why are you looking at me like that?"
Beirut didn't waste words with Zhao Nan. He said, "The Necropolis of the Gods is about to open again. Should we let Linley and the others go inside and take a look?"
Zhao Nan shook his head at Beirut's suggestion. "There's no need for Linley and the others to enter the Necropolis of the Gods. I think they should take part in some more intense battles.
Do you have any recommendations, Lord Beirut?"
"More intense battles..." Beirut fell into thought at Zhao Nan's words, but soon seemed to think of something. He said, "If you want them to take part in more intense battles, then send them to the Netherworld!
You should know that among the Seven Divine Planes and the Four Higher Planes, there's a very lively event that takes place once every trillion years: the Plane Wars.
Once they're in the Netherworld, they can represent it in the Plane Wars!"
Zhao Nan was taken aback by Beirut's words.
He had indeed planned