"Taoist Friend Taiyi need not worry too much; I shall go and discuss with the Great Ancestor and see if there is a turnaround in this matter."
Yin Ruins Arena.
Wang Ba and Yin Penglai returned to the arena, both suspended in mid-air. Yin Penglai barely contained the disappointment in his heart and began to comfort.
However, his face was truly somber. Wang Ba understood the meaning but was not much perturbed, simply nodding slightly:
"Thank you, Taoist Brother."
"It doesn't matter."
Yin Penglai managed to put on a smile and then said:
"I shall go to consult the Great Ancestor, Taoist Friend please feel at ease."
Wang Ba nodded slightly, didn't say much, and then returned alone to his own immortal cave.
Watching Wang Ba's disappearing figure, Yin Penglai finally showed a worried look.
He swiftly flew into the ancestral hall of the Yin Family.
Shortly after, several figures received the message and flew into it from various places of the arena.
Inside the ancestral hall.
