Seeing the other three great kings leave, the sea race prodigies who had only just gathered exchanged glances. In the end, some of the sea race experts dispersed as well.
Even the three great kings were unwilling to involve themselves in this matter. They had no desire to remain here either; leaving first was the wisest choice.
At this moment, only the two brothers, Ao Ping and Ao Guang, remained.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Ao Ping frowned at his younger brother. Though he and Ao Guang had not been born of the same mother, the blood flowing through their veins was the same.
There was still a bond of kinship between them.
With so many people around earlier, there were things he could not say. Now, he could speak freely.
Although Ao Guang usually did not get along with him, he was absolutely not someone who could not distinguish right from wrong.
"I have a use for keeping them. I need them to help me with something."
Facing Ao Ping's gaze, Ao Guang fell silent for a moment before answering directly rather than refusing.
"Is it still because of that matter? Give it up. She's dead, do you understand? She's already dead."
"No matter how hard you try, there is nothing you can do. Her Primordial Spirit was destroyed countless years ago. Forget the Seven-Colored Treasure Lotus—even a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal would be helpless."
"I thought you had already let it go. But it seems you are still as stubbornly obsessed as ever."
"How long are you going to remain stubbornly obsessed?"
Seeing Ao Guang remain silent, Ao Ping wore an expression of frustration at his failure to live up to expectations.
"As your elder brother, I can tolerate your nonsense. But remember, my patience is