Forced to Compromise

Half a month later.

Inside a spirit vessel suspended beside the Spirit Realm.

Bai Jun, clad in a white robe, looked at Elder Zhen and the others without the slightest surprise.

"Have you thought it through?"

Bai Jun asked.

Elder Zhen and the others lowered their heads.

Over the past half month, they had struggled inwardly in every possible way before finally making this decision in helplessness. They had no choice but to agree to Bai Jun and the others' demands, allowing them to move in so that the Nine Realms might endure.

Because neither the boundless black fog nor the endless Demonic Beasts within it were things they could properly handle on their own.

"We have two demands." Elder Zhen raised his head and said with a grave expression, "If they cannot be met, then we will fight to the death!"

"Speak!"

Sitting on a stool, Bai Jun began brewing tea at an unhurried pace.

"First, you may have the territory of the Immortal Realm, but your people must not extensively set foot in places beyond the Immortal Realm, such as the Spirit Realm and Yue Realm."

"Mhm. Go on."

Bai Jun lifted the lid of the teapot and glanced inside, speaking airily.

"Second, we will collectively take away the residents of the Immortal Realm. But that place is their homeland, and their roots are there. Thus, if we encounter residents unwilling to leave, they will remain in the Immortal Realm. Your people are not permitted to harm them in any way."

Elder Zhen said decisively.

They watched Bai Jun make tea, waiting for his reply.

"Fine!"

Bai Jun was still studying his tea as he answered simply.

Elder Zhen and the others' expressions turned somewhat ugly.

This concerned the people's livelihood, a matter concerning so many lives, yet