Chiye Ling spoke indifferently.

Su Zhengji looked at him with a gloomy expression. This young patriarch of the ancient Qilin tribe, who was once known as the first person of the new generation, was now surrounded by murderous intent, and was surrounded by hundreds of strong men from different ethnic groups.

All of them have bad eyes.

If the talks break down and these guys swarm him, Su Zhengji has no confidence that he will be able to escape unscathed. Even if he has a scapegoat, he will inevitably be embarrassed.

"Since you are also interested in this place...that's all!"

Su Zhengji snorted angrily and did not mention the booking of the venue again.

Perhaps conflicts and fighting will still be unavoidable later, but it is always good to avoid being targeted in advance. Otherwise, it is hard to say how many of the more than 3,000 elite disciples under his command will survive.

The place fell silent again.

After waiting for another half an hour, the Yunji Taoist Tower had grown to a height of 100 feet, and its shape had completely stabilized. With the heavy glow of light and auspicious energy spreading, the sound of the Great Dao Lun that lingered at the level of the soul suddenly became much clearer.

Near the base of the tower, a semicircular portal quietly emerged, emitting a clear light.
Chapter completed!