After Pan Xuan clearly analyzed the relationship between the Three Pure Ones and the Witch Clan, the atmosphere in Pangu Hall shifted from its initial indignation to contemplation.
Although Zhu Rong still disliked the Three Pure Ones, he no longer clamored in opposition.
Gong Gong fell silent for a moment and asked only one question: "Who's going?"
Di Jiang answered without hesitation: "Me, Zhu Jiuyin, and Pan Xuan. Three will suffice."
The reason for not bringing the other Ancestral Witches went without saying.
Zhu Rong had a fiery temper, Gong Gong was cold outside but warm within, Xuan Ming was too cold in disposition, and Qiangliang, Xizi, and the others were all blunt and straightforward.
If a disagreement on Kunlun Mountain led to a fight, this attempt at contact would all have been for nothing.
Di Jiang was the leader of the Ancestral Witches, steady and prudent.
Zhu Jiuyin was seasoned and wise, and his time law could discern the finest detail.
Pan Xuan was their military strategist and the Lord of the Divine Dao, the most adept at dealing with various powers.
Together, these three carried sufficient weight without turning the atmosphere into one of drawn swords and taut bowstrings.
The three made no grand display.
Di Jiang used the power of space to conceal their auras beneath layer upon layer.
Zhu Jiuyin used the power of time to disrupt the traces of their movements.
Pan Xuan protected the three of them with vast righteous qi and the Primordial Heaven-Measuring Ruler, shutting out all external perception.
Three streaks of escape light rose from Mount Buzhou and swept soundlessly across the sky toward Kunlun Mountain.
This journey was not to display military might, but only to sound out their stance.
If the Three Pure Ones were willing to meet, they