The news of Ziyun's ascension to Primordial Spirit spread throughout the land.
The Taoist School couldn't help but celebrate.
The Heavenly Master stepped forward and announced to everyone that a banquet would be held ten days later to celebrate Ziyun's achievement.
Within the Heavenly Master's Dao Field.
Song Lin, Earth Evil, and Heavenly Slaughter approached to pay respects.
"Heavenly Master, please release Zhi Xin. What you've done has gone too far."
Holy Might stepped out from behind the screen, his expression calm as he gazed at the group.
"What do you mean by this?"
"At this juncture, Heavenly Master, there's no need to pretend. Ziyun simply rode on Zhi Xin's coattails. Don't be so ruthless—I'm earnestly begging you to let Zhi Xin go."
Earth Evil bowed deeply, while Heavenly Slaughter remained silent but expressed agreement through his demeanor.
"Hmph, baseless accusations. What do you take me for?"
Holy Might furrowed his brows, highly displeased.
