"The Azure Emperor doesn't seem worried about your three disciples?" Immortal Zinan, dressed in a purple brocade robe, played with his wine cup as he looked at the Azure Emperor, who appeared relaxed and carefree.
Hearing his words, the others who had been talking paused for a moment and looked at the Azure Emperor with a strange gleam in their eyes. Since they had entered, five disciples had come out, but the Azure Emperor's three young disciples had not yet been transported out, which was somewhat unexpected.
Could it be that those three children were already battle-hardened despite their young age? Did they have the absolute ability to deal with everything inside?
For a moment, everyone's minds were racing, secretly speculating.
