Yunwu Mountain summit.
Outside the attic.
Mu Qingliu sat cross-legged, facing the direction of the East Sea, quietly waiting for Master Yuanyang to arrive.
"I wonder what price must be paid to persuade Master Yuanyang to cooperate with me against the Blood Demon Sea, Nether Palace..."
Mu Qingliu thought to himself.
He greatly valued Master Yuanyang, such a powerful figure, who would stand out in any era, even tens of thousands of years ago in that age when beings beyond the Void Refinement Limit frequently appeared.
"We must have a good discussion later."
"Even if we fail to agree, we must resolve any grievances."
"I absolutely cannot let Master Yuanyang collaborate with those three old men."
Mu Qingliu secretly pondered.
He had already communicated with Master Yuanyang, proposing a cooperation discussion at Cloud Mist Blessed Land, and the latter would likely arrive soon.
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The foot of Yunwu Mountain.
Chunhua and Qiuyue's faces had just regained some color.