"As long as Old Gu King still wants his Gu Sect, still wants the Gu Sect's foundation built over hundreds of millions of years, he won't come."
"If he does come, the Heavenly Saint Imperial Dynasty has plenty of helpers."
Xu Feng sneered, then began packing his things to head for the Starry Sky.
The two young men exchanged a glance and thought it over carefully. He was right—the First Prince's words made perfect sense.
Old Gu King had offended quite a few people these days.
Those people only refrained from acting rashly because they feared Old Gu King's strength. But if Old Gu King went looking for trouble with them, the Emperor would naturally step in.
With the Emperor, a Golden Immortal at the eighth layer, leading the way, Old Gu King's enemies would come swarming out.
Every one of Old Gu King's enemies was a ruthless figure. Just thinking about it sent chills down one's spine.
"Alright, First Prince. We'll follow you."
"Nonsense. Who else can you follow if not me? Are you planning to strike out on your own?"
"No, no, no, First Prince, you misunderstand. How could we possibly have that kind of nerve?"
"Hmph. I knew you didn't have the guts. Let's go, and hurry. Anything that can make Xiao Yun personally take action is definitely no simple matter. If we get there too late and Xiao Yun loses, we won't even get a sip of the soup."
Meanwhile, Ye Lin sat quietly cross-legged in the Starry Sky, waiting. He wanted to see whether that so-called Gu Sect's chief disciple would come after all.
Time passed bit by bit. Just as Ye Lin was preparing to return to his secluded cultivation site, an unfamiliar figure clad in a black cloak barged in.
"Was it you