The members of the Sovereign Sect and Divine Institute left with rage, and the originally confrontational atmosphere within the hall had immediately vanished without a trace.

“Thank you.” Wen Ting gazed at the Dao Conferral Elder of Nuwa’s Dao Palace, Yu Zhen, as she spoke.

“Even if I didn’t come over, with your ability, Chi Song’zi and Lei Fu wouldn’t dare to fight desperately with their lives on the line. Not to mention that the fellow Daoists of the Dao Institute were at the side, and they would definitely not watch as a battle erupted. So, why thank me?” Yu Zhen puckered her lips and smiled, and her voice was extremely soft and gentle.

Both of them seemed to have a good relationship, so as they spoke, Wen Ting had already led Yu Zhen and the others into the hall.

“Chen Xi! Dammit! It really is you!”

Before Yu Zhen’s group could take their seats, a voice suddenly resounded, and it carried extreme excitement.

At this instant, Wen Ting’s gaze suddenly turned cold while the faces of Gu Yan, Hua Yan, Tu Meng, and the other disciples of Oracle Mountain turned grim while, and their gazes shot over in succession towards the source of the voice.

It was a disciple of Nuwa’s Dao Palace that spoke. He had a rather handsome figure, an imposing appearance, and eyes that were brilliant like stars.

Amongst the disciples of Nuwa’s Dao Palace...