"Aren't you going to give your son a warning?"
Taoist Hongjun said with a smile, as the long spear in his hand emitted a slight trembling sound.
Old Man Wangri yawned, his brows gradually relaxing.
He laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. If I remind Taiyi, he'll just feel uneasy. If those two get along well, they can continue to cooperate and create a new world after the current one is obliterated."
"Your Dao heart is truly unbreakable."
Hongjun said this and turned his head to look at the Phoenix Tribe Generals, who had transformed into several bloody cocoons not far away. He wondered aloud:
"I just don't understand. Since you wanted to capture the Phoenix bloodline, why did you let the purest bloodline of the Peacock go, and choose to capture these few insignificant ones instead?"
"Isn't Phoenix blood enough?"
Old Man Wangri leaned lazily against a few cushions, took a sip of tea, and said leisurely,
"It would be a pity to destroy the Peacock Fairy.
