"Ah, it seemed this time, we were in serious trouble."
The White-Clothed Immortal King sighed.
"You should have understood that the Immortal Domain was no longer what it used to be. Coming here meant entering those people's home ground. I was never skilled at fighting. Even if I truly took action, any one of them could hold back my protection. Why did you bring him into this dragon's pool and tiger's den?"
King Pan spoke leisurely.
He had wanted to say, old friend, you were no longer the Immortal King Colossus you once were. If you were at your peak, would you need to fear those people? They would have invited you to talk with smiling faces.
"This time, I brought him here to cultivate. That place is very important, and he could be considered my disciple. Still, this matter is not so pessimistic. There may yet be a turning point."
The White-Clothed Immortal King thought of something. Shi Hao had a mysterious master, his true master, though that master practiced a free-range style of teaching unlike his own.
There were rumors in the Other Realm that man was the First-Generation Borderland Stone King. If it really was him, then when the fighting began, he should step in, right?
"Are you talking about the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit? Will she appear?"
King Pan asked curiously.
He knew a bit of gossip. The White-Clothed Immortal King had once pursued the peerlessly elegant Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit. Unfortunately, she had only regarded him as a friend and had no other intentions.
King Pan himself also greatly admired the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit. He too wanted to be like Willow God, slaughtering enemies in all heaven and earth. Unfortunately, he was not Willow God. His combat strength was far too ordinary. He had wanted to lie