Immortal Dahuang scratched his head for a moment, unable to conjure up a suitable retort. Suddenly, he asked in an irritable rasp, "Where is your emperor? I will not waste my time arguing with you. I will have words with him instead."
Yun Yang casually pointed and replied, "The emperor is at the capital city, right over there. Go quickly."
"Alright, okay." Immortal Dahuang instantly ascended into the clouds, momentarily losing his bearings. He departed swiftly, seemingly embarrassed about being questioned and was fleeing the scene of his shame.
Everyone looked at each other with puzzlement and no small amount of mirth in their expressions.
This fellow was an idiot. Where had he come from? What was his purpose in making this trip?
He seemed to be cuckoo, but his capabilities were remarkable. No one among Yutang's experienced cultivators could be on par with him. This person, in himself, was already a load of trouble!
Everyone was bewildered.