"Senior, this..." The old man with the goat-beard looked suddenly troubled.
These youngsters were the pride of all the Great Taoist orthodoxies, especially the gray-robed, dragon-patterned youth leading them, a genius unparalleled in the world. At a mere age of 20, he had reached the Escape One Realm, making him capable of waging a battle even with a conventional Supreme.
These individuals were treasures within their respective orthodoxies with the potential of ascending to the Semi-step Immortal King or even Immortal King Realm in the future. They were indispensable.
The goat-bearded elder seemed conflicted for a moment, but then vigorously nodded, turning and rushing towards the Immortal Gate.
One must bow one's head under the eaves.
Even if he wanted to refuse now, it was impossible.
As opposed to stirring up unnecessary conflict, it would be better to agree to everything and quickly inform the Taoist Masters of the orthodoxies.