"Teacher, this disciple cannot let this matter go."
Ni Canghuan cupped his fists and spoke coldly, his eyes filled with icy intent. "If I do not turn that Three Walls Immortal Court into a Slave Territory, my thoughts will not flow freely. They have been far too presumptuous."
His voice was exceptionally deep, neither loud nor agitated.
Tun Shi's nostrils flared, and his snorting boomed like thunder. He, too, had been thoroughly enraged by this journey.
Ke Ding's main body had returned. His gaze was deep, and there seemed to be more stories in his eyes. "Chen Xun, I fear the Fate Clan cannot be brought back. Little friend Ming once went to negotiate, and that clan willingly submitted to the Three Walls Immortal Court."
"Why?" Chen Xun asked calmly, neither arrogant nor rash.
"They can ensure that clan prospers eternally for ten thousand generations. That fortune can allow the Fate Clan's Great Dao to advance another step." Ke Ding's expression darkened. "I suspect they may have obtained a supreme treasure comparable to the Immortal Spirit Board."
"Everyone, you have worked hard."
Chen Xun smiled mildly and did not respond to Ke Ding. "Rest well. Since Meng Sheng has already severely wounded that junior, this matter ends here."
"Teacher." Ni Canghuan's eyes widened. "I refuse to accept this."
"Then go again."
"Then lend me the World Breaking Ship again. This disciple will go gather people!"
"Get lost."
"..."
Ni Canghuan wilted, though his expression remained cold and stern. Three Walls Immortal Court, just wait for This Seat.
At that moment, Ming Guhong stepped forward, steeped in senile decay, and deeply cupped his fists. "Dao Ancestor, this junior failed to consider matters thoroughly and made all you exalted seniors make a wasted journey for many years."
"Then it seems your clan's