At dawn, the night gradually receded, and the sky turned crow-blue, with white light shining only in the east and west.
The white glow in the east came from the Solar Star gathering its strength. Though it had yet to rise, its majesty and radiance had already pierced through the sea. The white glow in the west came from the bright moon still hanging on the horizon. It had not fully set and continued to shed its snowy brilliance.
"True Lord, must it really be this simple? Should we ask Immortal Mountain for its opinion again? My Ghost Kingdom may be strapped for funds and unable to compare with the wealth of the Yellow Sea, but we can still afford the expenses of the proper proceedings."
Just then, two figures flew out of Mount Kuang, passed through the ink-black sea of clouds above its summit, and hovered high in the sky. Among them, Netherworld Sage Xu Wan looked somewhat awkward as he spoke these words.
He simply felt that the True Lord acted far too swiftly and decisively. They had only just settled the matter, so how were they already about to swear brotherhood? At the same time, he marveled at how open-minded the Three Pure Ones Immortal Sect was and how much it trusted the True Lord. No sooner had they raised the matter here than agreement had come from over there. Moreover, in their brief exchange of greetings, Sect Leader Ji's graceful, gentlemanly bearing had left a deep impression on him. Compared with the sect leaders of Heluo, the difference was truly that between heaven and earth. Yet there was one slight regret: the True Lord's status needed no elaboration, and he himself was, after all, the ruler of a kingdom and an earthly immortal of the sixth