"If you could help, why were you playing dumb just now?"
The Command Token did not move.
Zhou Xuan gave it a light pat.
"Don't think I'll pamper you just because you're a sacred relic of the Immortal Court. We're in the same boat now. If I capsize, you'll have to lie in the Return to Void and wait for the next sucker."
This time, the Command Token trembled more forcefully.
Zhou Xuan was satisfied.
"As long as you listen to reason."
Outside the hall.
The path of light before the rift in the Return to Void still shone.
Lin Qingzhu stood as close to the restriction as she could, clutching a communication Jade Slip.
The Jade Slip showed no response whatsoever.
Since the Supreme One Token had drawn Zhou Xuan inside, she had tried seventeen times.
Every attempt had been rebuffed.
It was not that the transmission range was insufficient. The Immortal Court Restrictions simply did not recognize her.
Beside her, Wuchen stood with his hands lowered, a rare look of anxiety on his face.
The Alliance Leader's phantom hovered in midair, the purple-gold halo around him considerably dimmer than before.
For a phantom like him, forcibly keeping the Return to Void's entrance anchored was a tremendous burden.
Old Ancestor Dark Nether sat cross-legged some distance away, his expression grim.
Old Ancestor Cangwu pressed a hand against a Green Wooden Token. Its patterns flickered on and off, seemingly sensing the movements within.
Emperor Jiang Wu stood at the edge of the path of light, a Crimson Gold Seal hovering above his palm, the power of national destiny flowing beneath it.
The Court Guardian Pavilion Master had not left.
She stood farther away, with several Court Guardian Pavilion cultivators behind her kept apart by the Alliance Leader and the others.