Again, he had come to the Zhongyuan Immortal Mountain!

The Palace of Eternal Peace only had one exit, which led underground, which was a huge, stone door made up of several huge stones!

And when Wu Yu arrived, Jiang Ji was before the huge, stone door, talking and laughing with a few young female disciples. His laughter was pregnant with ill-intent. He was clearly looking to take advantage of these young and nubile girls, and therefore was making them laugh.

Everyone knew that Jiang Ji was not known for his restraint. But they had not thought that, even when surrounded by war on all sides, he would still act this way while guarding the Zhongyuan Dao Sect.

Wu Yu had his eyes opened as well. These were clearly disciples of the Immortal Dao, and probably at the Qi Condensation Realm. They were not any weaker than Heavenly Immortal Hao Tian. But they responded to Jiang Ji's playful teasing with wanton and kittenish abandon.

All that could be said was that the Zhongyuan Dao Sect was much less proper than the Heavenly Sword Sect. And to think they called themselves orthodox and righteous.

"Third Uncle, there's someone above!"

"It's that Wu Yu!"

Besides Jiang Ji, everyone...