The several Saint Kings behind, along with their attendant Liu Dayao, shuddered uncontrollably, as if they could already envision the forthcoming scene.
The woman whom the young master forcibly called "Emperor Son" would, with a single wave of her hand, suppress Zhang Ziyu, or perhaps draw her sword and cut him down.
Of course, they weren't the only ones feeling disheartened.
There was also Chen Pingping…
Within the vast Wuji Sect, among thousands of powerful disciples, not a single one dared to enter the Southern Region with him to visit the White Emperor.
"Hey!"
Chen Pingping looked at Jiang Ni'er, quite moved. "Ni'er, it had to be you after all."
Jiang Ni'er gave a sidelong glance and sighed, "Senior Brother, I didn't want to come either."
She truly did not want to, but some matters required confirmation with the White Emperor.
Chen Pingping: "???"
Yue Wuxia, walking ahead, had been chattering non-stop the entire way, more inquisitive than Ask Demon.
