Just outside Penglai Pavilion, several figures were waiting.
Zhou Baiwei looked toward Penglai Pavilion, a hint of worry in her eyes.
"Mutong, she..."
Zhou Baiwei hesitated, stopping short.
"Life and death are ruled by fate. Now, I must leave Penglai Immortal Mountain."
Yi Beidou said calmly, but his words immediately drew everyone's attention.
Given Yi Beidou's current status and influence, his every move was watched by the world. His actions could even affect the global situation.
Relations between the East and the West had not been good recently.
Short of all-out war, every other method of conflict had already been employed. The relationship between the two sides was even worse than that between the two poles during the Cold War.
No leader, once accustomed to being on top, would willingly cede global authority to the other side.
