Jin Xu, upon hearing this, praised the statement.
Then, a few of them stepped onto the beast skin carpet.
After Little White's second uncle and the one-eyed stout man told them to take care of the house, a burst of Spiritual Power entered the carpet under their feet. Instantly, a luminous shield appeared and the flying artifact sped directly towards the distant bald peak.
Midway,
The second uncle was the first to break the silence.
"Now at West Pole Peak, although it seems calm on the surface and even all tribes have set aside their past disputes and chosen to coexist peacefully, in actuality, all the tribes from the Demon Realm who have come here are facing a brutal competition," he said.
He said this and sighed deeply before turning to confirm with the little Taoist.
"Little Taoist, my sixth brother just sent a message saying that one of your purposes for coming here is to help the Demon Realm overcome the impending disaster. Is that true?"
