The languid voice issued a command.
The old man by the phoenix carriage bowed respectfully, then took out a golden talisman and began murmuring incantations.
The talisman ignited without fire, emitting waves of golden light with a striking aura.
Just as the old man was about to throw the talisman, the voice from inside the phoenix carriage suddenly rang out, "What are you doing?"
The old man halted. "Was it not your command, Young Master, to issue a divine decree?"
The young master said, "Just one? If we only send one, these beings from the Lower Realm will think I can't afford more."
The old man blinked. "Then what do you mean?"
The young master said, "Issue more. Doesn't Nanzhou have one hundred and eight Great Immortal Gates? And several hundred, if not thousands, of smaller sects? One for each sect!"
The old man hesitated for a moment before asking, "Young Master, aren't we being a little too arrogant?"
The young master retorted, "Am I not worthy of being arrogant?"
