The Saints had all arrived, each of them with a panicked and utterly anxious expression.
SWISH! SWISH!
A sea of thunder formed in the void, and a portal flung wide as Ji Yan strode out. Following closely, Dugu Qingqian and other Saints from the Sanqing Immortal Sect also arrived. The place was bustling with activity as holy light enveloped Spirit Turtle Peak, as if countless immortals were coming to pay homage.
"My lords... what is the reason for this?" Sect Leader Zhuo Canglang appeared soundlessly in front of Wang Xiu, looking at the newcomers and asking aloud.
"Sect Leader Zhuo, Saint Heir!" The Lingxu Hall Master was the first to step forward. He paid his respects before speaking hastily, "We come here with no ill will. We only wish to ask the Saint Heir about one thing!"
"What is it? Please, senior, speak your mind!" Wang Xiu stepped forward, neither servile nor overbearing, with a slight smile on his face.
