Requesting Reinforcements

The many Empyrean Gods and True Immortals below Daofather Crimsonbright looked towards him.

"Years ago, I once had the chance to take on this Ji Ning as my disciple, but of the three choices that were made available to me, I choose Little Woodpass." Daofather Crimsonbright smiled, seeming to be in an excellent mood. "I felt certain that Little Woodpass would have more potential than Ji Ning, but it seems that my vision has grown blurry with age."

"Uh…"

All of the Empyrean Gods and True Immortals were speechless.

To praise Ji Ning was one thing; after all, he had indeed completely changed the situation in that battle at the Grand Xia. But for the Daofather to say that his 'vision has grown blurry with age' was a bit exaggerated. What sort of a status did a Daofather have? Even if he truly did wish to satirize himself a bit, for him to satirize himself for Ji Ning's sake was quite bizarre.