"Come with me inside for a discussion."
As the three entered the deeper hall, the door closed directly, and a surge of divine presence instantly enveloped the surroundings.
Li Qingzhou's heart sank, clearly trusting the general's previous message by eighty or ninety percent—there was indeed a movement within the Demon Court.
He was just unsure if what Chen Yi was doing now was related to this.
"Ancestor, what is the current situation exactly? My senior brother and I are still rather unclear."
"The situation... It is both good and bad."
White Mountain Ancestor trusted Li Qingzhou and Xiao Huang, not only because of their consistent performance but also because they were the senior members of Chen Yi's sect.
Li Qingzhou was Chen Yi's master, utterly impossible to be affected by Daoist Zi Ying's profound magnetic Big Formation.
"Please inform us, Ancestor. Could it be that my disciple Chen Yi..."
