"Find a place to sit."
Wu Dao paid the little drama no mind. He simply gave a faint nod, acknowledging Tao Chuan and putting an end to the matter.
'Tao Chuan's trump card…'
'It's probably on the same level as Jia Baocai's and Liang Chen's. Otherwise, he wouldn't be swallowing his pride and living under another's thumb.'
'As long as he wasn't a Saint Master,'
'he was still within my control.'
"Thank you, Divine Envoy."
Tao Chuan didn't let it go to his head or forget his place. After bowing his thanks, he calmly found a spot and sat cross-legged in the void, ignoring Su Xiuqi's frigid glare.
After that brief interlude,
Wu Dao waved his hand, condensing a throne of space-time for himself. Showing no sign of stage fright, he looked down upon the gathered Demon Saints and spoke:
