Among the Immortals who had retreated into the distance to watch the battle, an old and a young white‑robed male Immortal both clenched their fists tightly, anxiety flickering in their eyes.
"Master, you said those Immortals might be disciples of the Emperor's Palace. Now that they're no match for that Red Ape Immortal Emperor, and you still won't make a move to help?"
The young Immortal sent a voice transmission to the old Immortal, asking discontentedly.
Although the young Immortal's Cultivation Level was only Fourth‑Grade Immortal King Realm, he was young and hot‑blooded, full of burning passion. As soon as he heard his Master say that the Golden-Haired Immortal Ape and those few Female Immortals all carried the special aura of Emperor's Palace disciples, a sense of closeness rose in his heart.
