Because of the establishment of Qingli Immortal City, both the Lingxiu Three Sects and the Nether Prison Sect could reap enormous profits from it. There was currently no major conflict of interest between the two sides; on the contrary, they needed to cooperate in many areas.
This time, Han Jiangche's attendance at Zhang Xian's Martial Immortal Ceremony represented the attitude of the Nether Prison Sect.
"Please be seated, seniors!"
On the high platform, Zhang Xian casually invited the few of them to take their seats.
"Mm."
Lin Daoyuan took his seat, and at the same time exchanged a glance with Yue E.
Yue E only gave a light shake of her head, then calmly lifted her tea and took a small sip on her own.
They all knew of Zhang Xian's hatred toward the Nether Prison Sect. Not long ago, Zhang Xian had still been inciting them to go to war with the Nether Prison Sect, yet now he was treating Han Jiangche with such courtesy. This made them feel something was off.
