It is often said one hangs up matters high when they are none of one's business, and at present, Luo Hou was solely focused on attacking The Three Pure Ones, leaving saints like Zhunti to simply watch from the sidelines.
Looking at Luo Hou who appeared somewhat frenzied, Li Qingming standing high in the sky couldn't help but frown. The matter of the East Sea had already wasted hundreds of years of time. Were it not for worries about the Witch Tribe causing trouble, Li Qingming would have long since returned to Penglai Immortal Island. Li Qingming, feeling irritated, accidentally caught sight of Netherworld River Taoist donned in a bright red Daoist robe and couldn't help but brighten up with some thoughts in mind.
After pondering for a moment, Li Qingming transmitted a message to Netherworld River Taoist: "Brother Netherworld River!"
Netherworld River Taoist was taken aback for a moment, looking around in confusion before trying to transmit back: "Brother Qingming?"
