The Jade Emperor said nothing. Kings did not meet kings. For someone who had always considered himself the Dao Ancestor's trusted confidant, seeing Qin Fen was an awkward affair. On top of that, Qin Fen had constantly been setting him up. Why would the Jade Emperor be willing to speak? Gouchen, meanwhile, feared Qin Fen. This guy seemed to have an endless supply of ideas and had benefited time and again. No one even knew what level of strength he had reached now.
As for Ziwei, he remained silent as well. Although he had invited Qin Fen here, to be honest, he did not particularly like the bastard. Big Chef's reputation among the middle ranks was not all that great, but he had the strongest popular support. No Imperial Lord wanted to see someone else more beloved by ordinary immortals than himself.
The three Imperial Lords said nothing. Before Qin Fen arrived, they had already discussed this. It was quite a good matter. Gouchen supported it, and once the Jade Emperor heard it was the Dao Ancestor's intention, he naturally raised no objection. Since Qin Fen wanted to play, fine—but there was one condition: they had to participate too.
Gouchen's reasoning was simple: if they needed the Demon Tribe, they could not bypass him. The Jade Emperor was even more direct. Since the Heavenly Court was hosting this, he had to get involved no matter what.
Thus, the three of them were in cahoots. But this time, they were not forming an alliance; they sincerely wanted to accomplish something.
The Queen Mother's experience had deeply provoked the three Imperial Lords. Who did not want to become a saint? Rather than each doing their own thing, it was better to concentrate their efforts on one task.
This was something Qin Fen