"You're saying Ye Lin has led the allied forces of six major Golden Immortal factions here?"
Beside an enormous fishpond, Xuan Tian stood behind an old man, nodding and bowing with the obedient humility of a grandson.
Before him, the old man wore a straw raincoat and held a fishing rod, sitting there in silence.
At that moment, he seemed to have merged with heaven and earth itself.
"Yes, Old Ancestor. At the very least, it's an alliance of six Golden Immortal factions. Old Ancestor, what do we do? They're heading straight for our Ancestral Land."
A flicker of panic passed through Xuan Tian's eyes. When he had first received the news, he too had been utterly shocked. That was an alliance of six Golden Immortal factions.
Moreover, those Golden Immortal factions clearly knew what Ye Lin intended to do, yet they had still chosen to reinforce him. What did that mean?
It meant that Ye Lin had six entire Golden Immortal factions standing behind him—six Golden Immortals.
That was simply too terrifying.
"Heh, what are you panicking for? It seems my hundred thousand years have had some effect after all. Even those fellows can no longer sit still."
The old man merely smiled faintly. Even the Golden Immortals were probing him. It seemed his hundred-thousand-year seclusion had indeed achieved something.
At the very least, he had managed to deceive even them, hadn't he?
"Withdraw the troops. Let him come. Mobilize the armies stationed elsewhere, summon the major powerhouses, and transfer them all to the Ancestral Land."
The next moment, upon hearing the old man's words, Xuan Tian's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Old Ancestor, why do this?"
He could not understand. He simply could not understand why the Old Ancestor would do this.
Shouldn't they be doing everything in their