The Dust Has Settled

Patriarch of Empyrean Glory had finally left.

He had left so firmly and decisively.

With him gone, the only one remaining was Celestial Master Dong Ming of the Ancient Demon Clan.

Naturally, Dong Ming alone posed much less of a threat to Jian Wushuang.

"Patriarch of Empyrean Glory has left; aren't you joining him, Celestial Master Dong Ming? Do you want me to chase you away?" Jian Wushuang asked, chuckling.

Dong Ming's face darkened before he replied, "The Ancient Demon Clan is willing to forget what you've done as long as you're willing to let Jiu Jian go. Moreover, we're willing to be on good terms with you. We'll even treat you like our esteemed guest if you visit us. What say you?"

"Oh?" Jian Wushuang raised an eyebrow.

The crowd of spectating experts began sighing one after another upon hearing Dong Ming's words.

They could hear the defeat in those words.

The fact was that he had no choice but to admit defeat.