Tianhe Aohuang got up and walked down from the principal seat, holding a teacup and pacing back and forth.
The Misty Emperor and the other elders did not dare to utter a word. Should they take action, it would stir up such a commotion that it could shake the heavens and move even ghosts to tears.
"Whether to take action or not actually depends on whether they truly captured the True Martial Saint's son. If they did, then an inevitable war is certain."
"If not, then a disaster would naturally be avoided."
"But the problem now is, we don't know if it's them," said the Misty Emperor and the other elders. If it could be determined, it would be good. But as of now, they cannot even get in, how could they possibly know whether to take action or not?
Tianhe Aohuang sipped his tea, pondering.
"Misty, come with me," Tianhe Aohuang put down the teacup and said, "Come with me to the Paramount Gate."
