Between all sides, endless schemes were converging upon the Luo Clan. The cultivators of that clan were sweating profusely, their expressions suspicious and uncertain as they began negotiating with every faction. Every sentence was fraught with peril, every word concealing eight hundred ulterior motives.
Quite a few unfamiliar cultivators had also appeared in this region. They watched this verbal clash with great relish, seemingly paying no attention at all to the mysteriously descended Five Elements Spirit Estate. Instead, they were far more eager to watch the spectacle.
"The Spirit Estate isn't some supreme battle treasure, nor can it spit out spirit stones. Who would have thought they'd actually fight over it?"
"Hey, youngster, what do you take the immortal Dao architecture of our Eternal Immortal Frontier for?!"
A middle-aged man glared, his imposing aura surging. "This thing would be a rare treasure anywhere in the Immortal Realm. Should it not be contested?"
"...Senior, you misunderstand! That is absolutely not what I meant!"
The Eternal Cultivator who had made the teasing remark turned solemn and hurriedly rose to offer a cupped fist salute in explanation. "What this junior means is that the Spirit Estate is linked to our Eternal earth veins. Even if someone wanted to seize it... they simply could not take it away."
"Hehe." The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Youngster, come have some tea."
"Thank you, Senior." The young cultivator's eyes brightened slightly as he hurried over to pay his respects as a junior.
If one asked who the younger generation of the Eternal Immortal Frontier most liked spending time with, it was certainly the old fellows of the Eternal Immortal Frontier... They were easygoing, powerful, and immensely knowledgeable. Meeting such a senior was truly a blessed stroke of fortune.
At this moment, the sky was packed with uyangyang