By then, both sides had temporarily stopped fighting, so cultivators and Sorcerers alike heard every word the newcomers said distinctly and saw everything they did clearly.
Everyone looked at the dozen or so streaks of light, surprise spreading across their faces.
At the sight, Xiao Yu thought, Here they come!
The gaunt old man's heart sank when he heard those words. After saying something to the four people beside him, he turned into a dazzling streak of light and flew toward the dozen newcomers.
The incoming streaks of light faded, revealing a dozen Sorcerers in different styles of dress. Their leader was a yellow-robed Sorcerer who actually possessed middle Nascent Soul cultivation.
When the gaunt old man saw the yellow-robed Sorcerer, he was startled, his expression turning incredulous.
Then their lips moved slightly as they exchanged voice transmissions, and the gaunt old man's face swiftly grew dark. After saying a few more words, the yellow-robed Sorcerer took out a Jade Slip and handed it to the old man with both hands.
The old man accepted the Jade Slip and examined its contents, his face turning livid.
He then turned and flew toward Xiao Yu again.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, there is no need for us to keep fighting. Otherwise, while the snipe and clam grapple, the fisherman will reap the spoils." By the time he reached Xiao Yu and the others, his expression had eased considerably, and he spoke calmly.
"Oh? A truce? Give me a reason." Xiao Yu looked surprised, neither agreeing nor refusing.
Although he had anticipated this, he could not let it show. He represented the cultivators of the Heavenly South now and had to consider their interests. With the cultivators already holding the upper hand, he naturally could not simply let the matter drop.
The gaunt old