"Old Ghost Luo, Mad Arhat, what kind of play are you two performing here?"
"Don't think for a moment that I am unaware that you know this Chen fellow. It seems you've already made arrangements, intending to hold us old immortals hostage?"
Having said that, the Undying King, with eyes like flickering violet flames, turned to look at Chen Yuan,
"Are you suggesting that we should cooperate with you to allow your troops to pass through easily? What benefit would we gain in return? Besides, if your troops attack us while we're doing you a favor, who can guarantee anything? After all, in the past life, we suffered once, trapped in a dark barrier until madness nearly overcame us. How can your connection with the Court, with a few words, assure us? It seems we would be better off hiding in the city, waiting for the day of ascension to return to the Heavenly Realm!"
As the Southern Ming King spoke, he stood up, preparing to leave for the door.
