Lingguang sat a little straighter and waved his hand. With a hum, a streak of red light flashed and formed a ring of fire in the air. A moment later, an image appeared within it: an old Daoist holding prayer beads, speeding through a sea of clouds in a certain direction.
That direction was... the Netherworld Sea of Blood!
"Holy Venerable, it seems your disciple guessed correctly. Daoist Ran Deng really does intend to get his hands on the Asura Religion's three Numinous Treasures. If he obtains them, His Highness Golden Roc's life may be in danger when they fight at the Heavenly Court's God-Fighting Arena!" White Crane Attendant called out to Lingguang.
Lingguang frowned. Ran Deng alone did not concern him, but with the Twelfth-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus involved, he could hardly remain indifferent.
Moreover...
Lingguang glanced down at White Crane Attendant and thought, This also serves as a reminder. The war between the Heavenly Court and the Asura Religion really is a fine opportunity to fish in muddy waters!
"White Crane Attendant," Lingguang said.
"Your disciple is here."
"Your coming here to tell me this proves that you have not forgotten your roots, and still remember that you are a member of the Bird Race. I am deeply gratified. I shall grant you a scroll of the Wind Dance Scripture and permit the white crane clan to settle in the Vermilion Bird Realm."
With a whoosh, a streak of divine light shot out and landed before White Crane Attendant, transforming into a scripture scroll.
Hearing Lingguang's words and seeing the scroll, White Crane Attendant was overjoyed. He hastily prostrated himself and kowtowed to Lingguang. "Your disciple thanks you, Holy Venerable!"
As Primordial Heavenly Venerable's attendant, he actually lived quite well. But Primordial Heavenly Venerable had always been