At the thought of his sect's territory being snatched away, how could he possibly be happy?
As for a solution—there was none.
Both sides had exactly the same number of Daluo, and if they truly fought, Supreme Heavenly Palace would not be able to win.
All he could do now was pray that those damned Myriad Heavens Divine Sect people, along with that newly inducted Laws Daluo, had smaller appetites.
And once Supreme Heavenly Palace found a Laws Daluo of its own, they had to strike back.
That was how the Origin Continent worked. Everyone laid their sect's strength out in the open, all for the sake of intimidation—scaring you to death.
Scaring you until you did not even dare make a move.
That was why he had it the worst.
"Demonic Sect, Elder Tang has arrived—"
The moment those words rang out, the expressions of the experts present shifted slightly, and they all looked up.
Someone from the Demonic Sect, one of the three supreme powers, had arrived.
A harmless-looking young man holding a folding fan strode through the void toward them, a folding fan in hand.
Two breathtakingly beautiful women in purple gowns followed behind him.
"Tsk, it's actually White-Faced Scholar."
An expert smacked his lips.
"Fellow Daoists, it has been a long time. I have missed you all dearly."
The young man snapped his fan shut, cupped his hands toward the surrounding Daluo, and spoke with a smile.
Seeing how courteous he was, the Daluo said nothing and merely returned the gesture with cupped fists.
"Fellow Daoist, please."
A Laws Daluo from the Myriad Heavens Divine Sect pointed at an empty seat in the distance with a smile.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist."
White-Faced Scholar thanked him with a smile, then slowly walked toward the vacant seat.
"Immortal