A short span of silence filled the area as no one dared to come between the Patriarch and the ancestor Yueming. No one wanted the ire of two Celestials on them at once.
More people kept arriving in the center, soon creating a bigger crowd than there had ever been. Nearly all White Tigers, even those that had been in closed cultivation, were now being called over.
And slowly, there were now two halves in the crowd: one belonging to the purists and one belonging to the rest.
The Patriarch looked around for a moment, realizing things were getting a bit out of hand.
"Things have happened while you were in closed cultivation, yes, but I can assure you that things are under control," the Patriarch said to Yueming. "Let us leave this place to continue our conversation, shall we?"
"We can," the female Celestial said. "But in a bit. I too am curious about the Sun God after all. I have been since Wanzhen told me about him."
The name got the Patriarch's eyes to narrow.
