"Alright! We'll do as the Sect Leader commands! Let the Foundation Establishment disciples go!"
Xuan Ting's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked, but there was nothing he could do. With the upcoming war between righteousness and demons, if he forced his way into the Southern Realm and disrupted the plans of the Demon Dao, even as a Golden Core, things would not end well for him.
"Mm. Go make the arrangements!"
The Sect Leader of the Celestial Ghost Sect, Jiu Wushang, said with a deep voice.
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
Xuan Ting turned and left.
Xuan Ting returned to his own great hall, sat on the main seat, and spoke in a low voice. "Someone, bring Iron Eagle and Tie Chou to see me!"
"Yes!"
A black-clad young man turned and left.
"Disciple Iron Eagle greets Master!"
"Disciple Tie Chou, greets Master!"
Before long, two young men in black strode in, and after entering the hall, they cupped their fists toward Xuan Ting with respect.
