"They're all early-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals—just three ants."
Li Xiaoyao waved a hand casually. At his words, Shangguan Wanyu fell silent. Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals? Ants? Then what did that make her, a peak Heavenly Immortal? Not even an ant?
It had to be said, Li Xiaoyao's words were truly hurtful. At any rate, she had been hurt by them.
Elsewhere, several middle-aged men sat within an incomparably grand hall. At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was utterly oppressive.
"Everyone, Buddhism is growing stronger by the day. What should we do? Think of a solution for me."
The man seated at the very top of the hall spoke in a deep voice.
"Hmph, Buddhism has gone too far in bullying us. Our Qilin Clan withdrew from this great age, yet they still refuse to let up. We have already lost the territories of five major star systems in succession, and Buddhism's appetite is only growing. We cannot keep retreating blindly. If they want to fight, we'll fight them."
A red-haired man below slammed his palm against the armrest, speaking in fury.
The other men, however, frowned.
"Fight? Easy for you to say. Our Qilin Clan is not favored by this great age; even now, we do not have a single person capable of bearing the cauldron. How are we supposed to fight?"
"Previously, just Qingming of Buddhism was enough to leave us hard-pressed to cope. Now an even stronger Li Changsheng has appeared. How can we fight? Are we really supposed to ignite a Golden Immortal war?"
"No."
For a time, the entire hall grew even more clamorous.
"Re... reporting to the Clan Chief, someone calling himself Ye Lin has come to request an audience."
Just then, a man ran in from outside the hall and reported.