The Old Man Wangri slightly clenched his fists.
At this moment, he became expressionless, making it hard to discern the degree of anger, as if he didn't care about those figures moving away from him.
Behind Li Ping'an and The Faceless One, the number of figures gradually increased;
Behind the Old Man Wangri, the figures decreased by about forty percent.
In the Chaos Sea, the chaotic behemoths also seemed to have formed factions, starting to confront each other.
Li Ping'an quietly watched this scene, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, his snow-white attire surrounded by blooming Green Lotus flowers.
"Teacher," Li Ping'an said, "I think everyone still respects you. Why not take half a step back each... lead everyone to a better world, can't we?"
The Old Man Wangri did not speak, the gaps on his body continually flashing with light.
