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"You've arrived."
The old monk slowly lifted his eyelids, his voice like the grinding of metal, causing an instinctive frown.
"By the order of the Pure World Venerable, I have come to relieve the True God's worries."
The Eight Extremes Valley was quite special, so Shen Yi had not brought Master Zhi Kong inside and also did not recognize who the Bodhisattva in front of him was. Speaking less meant fewer mistakes, so he simply explained his purpose.
Upon hearing the word 'relieve,' the old monk subtly curled his lips without much superfluous talk and went straight to the point: "The three Great Demons led by the Southern Emperor suffered a great loss at Songfeng Prefecture. In just one battle, eight entire Fourth Grade Demon Immortals fell. Are you aware of this?"
"I've heard about it."
Shen Yi's expression remained calm.
Upon hearing these words, he had a rough idea of the Bodhi Sect's intentions.
"As long as you know."
