The two were conversing when suddenly the door beside them was pushed open, and Lu Ye stepped out from within.
The cultivator was overjoyed and hurriedly went to greet him.
"I understand. I'll go have a look."
As he spoke, Lu Ye soared into the sky and headed towards the portal of the Dao Palace.
Outside the portal, a large number of cultivators had gathered. The two camps were at daggers drawn, clearly divided, and the atmosphere was chilling. The number of cultivators gathered here was already considerable, and more kept arriving from elsewhere to join the standoff.
A group of Ziwei Dao Palace cultivators, led by Pang Huanyin, stood to one side, earnestly trying to persuade the crowd, but to no avail.
Faced with the Corpse Race, these people could remain composed and fearless, but against these cultivators who had just saved the Unparalleled Continent, the Ziwei Dao Palace was at a loss.