Misty World.
Misty Immortal Sect.
Atop a mist-shrouded mountain, there lay a tranquil bamboo forest and within it, a bamboo house.
Right now, outside the bamboo house, a person was reporting on the alliance between the Linghu Sect and the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect.
After hearing the Elder's report, Han Yuankai, who was meditating, opened his eyes. His face bore no expression, as if he didn't care at all about the alliance between the Linghu Sect and the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect.
At this moment, the Elder at the door asked, "Sect Master, what do you think we should do next?"
Hearing this question, Han Yuankai indifferently said, "No need, once the prohibitions in the Misty World disappear and my divine power matures, even if these two major forces form an alliance, they will still not be a match for the Misty Immortal Sect."
"Let them live a few more years."