When had these mighty figures, usually so lofty and untouchable, ever been reduced to such a sorry state?
One uncertain, alarmed gaze after another turned toward the Divine Palace again.
H-had that mercurial old terror changed his mind after all?!
"Your Majesty, Your Imperial Majesty! This humble old man's grandfather's second great-aunt's mother's master once listened to your teachings! Back then, you even praised her exceptional Root Bone!" Someone had already begun babbling nonsense to claim a connection.
Sword Venerable Azure Sky, who had been preparing to leave unhurriedly on his flying sword, could not help glancing over.
Jiang Shouzhuo took a closer look, then understood. He chuckled quietly to True Person Xuanwei beside him. "Old Huo? Isn't he from the Fire Crow High Person's lineage? Trace their succession back far enough, and something like that really did happen."
True Person Xuanwei shook his head helplessly, gently swishing his horsetail whisk without a word.
Above the Divine Palace, at the edge of the terrace.
"Heh."
Watching the chaos below, Yun Qing could not help laughing aloud.
He turned toward the expressionless Yun Huang beside him, his eyes brimming with mischief. "Brother Huang, it seems another bold, colorful stroke is about to be added to your 'infamy.' Look at them, dragging up dusty old accounts from their ancestors' days just to save their skins."
Yun Huang swept a glance over the increasingly frantic cultivators below. With a slight stir of his divine sense, a vast voice transmission thundered into everyone's Sea of Consciousness.
"Every last one of you-"
"Scram!"
Simple. Brutal.
Yet why did that single word, "scram," sound so sweet to these old monsters, who had just gone from hell to heaven, only to tumble from heaven back to the brink of hell?
"Yes, yes, yes! We'll scram right now!