Inside Zixiao Palace.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist."
Looking at the meditation cushion Hong Yun had yielded, Jieyin's formerly sorrowful face instantly blossomed into a smile.
If all the beings of the Primordial Wilderness were like Hong Yun, why would I worry about our Western Lands failing to flourish?
"Old friend, what are you doing?"
Zhen Yuanzi could not help asking quietly.
Any Great Luo in Zixiao Palace could see the importance of these meditation cushions.
His old friend had gone to such trouble to seize one, yet he had actually given it up of his own accord.
"It's fine."
"It's only a meditation cushion."
Hong Yun spoke without the slightest concern.
Zhen Yuanzi shook his head with a bitter smile.
He truly had no way of dealing with this old friend of his.
"Hey!"
"And what sort of thing are you?"
"You actually dare sit on a meditation cushion?"
"Everyone here is an innate sacred being. Get off it!"
Jieyin shouted at Kunpeng beside him.
In the end, he did not utter the words "womb-born and egg-born creatures" that had been on his lips.
After all, Di Jun and Taiyi were still behind them.
Laozi and Yuanshi also cast merciless glances at Kunpeng.
They were proud, and were all the more disdainful of Kunpeng sitting on a meditation cushion.
"Dream on!"
Kunpeng's face flushed red.
There were only six meditation cushions in the vast Zixiao Palace.
Although he did not know their precise significance, they were undoubtedly extremely important.
Perhaps they represented a tremendous opportunity.
Kunpeng had only managed to seize a meditation cushion by relying on his speed.
How could he possibly give it up so easily?
"Hmph."
"You don't know what's good for you."
Jieyin and Zhunti let out low shouts.
They unleashed their magic power together, blasting