"Senior!"
"Teacher!"
"Ng, Dao Ancestor!"
Five vast voices echoed across the Star Gazing Immortal Platform, shaking Ming Guhong's heart like rivers and seas. Such presences all belonged to peerless powerhouses of the Immortal Path.
Chen Xun raised his head and said, "Rescue the Fate Clan, then choose a Secluded Land in the Eternal Immortal Frontier for them to multiply and thrive."
"Yes." The five voices answered heavily, like heavenly thunder exploding.
"Daoist Ming, please." Meng Sheng's avatar appeared here in an instant, a gleam flashing through his eyes as he gave Ming Guhong a deep cupped-fist salute. He, too, had people he wished to resurrect.
"Ke Ding, you old boy, go as well."
"Chen Xun, me?!"
"You have an objection?"
Chen Xun snorted coldly and secretly transmitted his voice, "Ke Ding, what have you been doing to the Fate Clan behind the scenes?!"
Ke Ding wore a helpless, utterly speechless expression and sent back, "If I didn't stir up some commotion, the Fate Clan would have vanished who knew where and never returned. Do you know how big things had to get before this Fate Clan chief dared come back to find you?!"
If he had not used a few methods, it would have been difficult for the Fate Clan to emerge again. Once their race went into seclusion, they could remain hidden for millions or even tens of millions of years.
Moreover, this matter truly could not have been announced in advance, lest it backfire and make the Fate Clan think Chen Xun was plotting behind it all. That would only push them farther and farther away instead of bringing them back.
At this moment, a trace of delight burst forth in Ming Guhong's eyes, and he gave everyone another deep cupped-fist salute.
The Dao Ancestor's Immortal Words