Zhou Xuan frowned slightly and glanced at Emperor Jiang Wu.
The illustrious emperor of the Great Jiang Dynasty, a Longevity Realm powerhouse, was now running like a mortal old farmer whose tail had been stepped on. Where was his dignity?
"Did the sky fall?" Zhou Xuan's voice was calm, even tinged with disdain.
"It's not Xie Yuan and his people causing trouble!"
Emperor Jiang Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead, speaking rapidly.
"Three old monsters showed up outside! They smashed up the outer grounds outright!"
Old Ancestor Xuanming was squatting nearby, counting the Top-Grade Crystal Stones they had just brought back. Hearing this, he curled his lips in contempt.
"Old monsters? In Central Province, who besides us would dare call themselves old monsters?"
Old Ancestor Xuanming clutched his Storage Bag tighter against his chest, his face full of scorn.
"Old Jiang, are you growing more spineless with age? A few wandering cultivators scared you this badly?"
Emperor Jiang Wu stared fixedly at Old Ancestor Xuanming and spat out three names through clenched teeth.
"The Taichu Immortal Vein, the Hunyuan Immortal Vein, and the Wuji Immortal Vein."
"The secluded old ancestors of those three factions have emerged."
At those three names, Old Ancestor Xuanming's hand trembled. The Top-Grade Crystal Stone he had just picked up fell onto the deck with a clack.
The fat on his face twitched violently twice, and he instinctively retreated several steps.
"Who... who did you say?" Even Old Ancestor Xuanming's voice changed pitch, carrying an unmistakable terror. "Those three old bastards still haven't breathed their last?!"
Old Ancestor Cangwu, who had been sitting in a corner polishing the Dark-Gold Long Sword, abruptly stopped as well.
He raised his head, his expression turning exceedingly grim. Veins bulged on the back of the hand gripping his sword's