Facing Wu Yuan, Hongyun's heart trembled. He also saw the other twelve Ancestors of Sorcery beside Wu Yuan.
The aura of each Ancestral Sorcerer was almost comparable to a peak Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.
It was extremely terrifying.
Now, 13 pairs of eyes were staring at him and sizing him up. This pressure made his heart tremble.
All of a sudden, his gaze shook as if he had seen something shocking.
Beside the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery, there were three Taoists lying on the ground with wounds all over their bodies.
It was obvious that he had been beaten up.
Upon seeing these three Taoists, Hongyun was shocked. These three Taoists were not small figures.
Three Pure Ones!
Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, Shangqing Tongtian!
The Three Pure Ones were such a famous existence, but at this moment, they had actually been beaten to such a bruised and swollen state!
And in this place, who could have such strength?
Hongyun could not help but swallow and look at the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery.
In this place, the ones who could cause the Three Pure Ones to suffer such injuries were undoubtedly these thirteen.
This was the Purple Cloud Palace! How dare he be so ruthless?
Hong Yun could not help but feel shocked.
The Three Pure Ones had been beaten to such a state. If he resisted again, he reckoned that his situation would not be any better than the Three Pure Ones.
In the end, he made a decision.
He revealed a helpless expression and said to Wu Yuan,
"Sigh, since there are no more praying mats, I will sit at the back.”
After he finished speaking, he found a seat near the front behind the futon and sat down like Nuwa.
Although there was no futon, it could not fit the Empress Dowager.
Seeing Hongyun being so tactful, Wu Yuan was very satisfied.
Since he did not provoke him, there was no need for him to make a move.
Then, he turned around and looked at the group of Ancestors of Sorcery, and began to divide the seats.
There were six praying mats, but there were thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery here. It was difficult to allocate seats for the time being.
The Ancestors of Sorcery were very polite. They were all giving in to each other. For a moment, they were not prepared to sit on the praying mats themselves.
Wu Yuan felt helpless when he saw how polite these Ancestors of Sorcery were.
Then, he stopped the many Ancestors of Sorcery and said,
"We Ancestral Magi are one entity. There's no need to divide us into such details.”
"You can sit down anywhere you want. We, the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery, will not miss out on any of Hongjun's opportunities in the future!”
Seeing how confident he was, the other Ancestors of Sorcery were a little surprised. They did not know why he was so confident.
After Wu Yuan finished speaking, he sat down on the futon.
Although the other Ancestors of Sorcery did not know why Wu Yuan was so certain, they did not doubt his words at all.
Therefore, they sat down.
Even those who didn't have praying mats sat beside them.
The Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery sat in a row, their tall figures at the front of the entire hall.
After the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery sat down, another voice came from outside the Purple Cloud Palace.
A figure was extremely fast. In an instant, he broke through the door of the Purple Cloud Palace and rushed in.
As soon as he appeared, he looked straight at the front of the hall. When he saw the futon that Wu Yuan and the others were sitting on, his eyes lit up.
When he got close, he suddenly realized that there were already 13 figures occupying the praying mats.
He couldn't help but stop and frown at the thirteen figures in front of him.
This person was the Kun Peng from the North Sea.
He relied on his terrifying speed to arrive at the Purple Cloud Palace from the distant North Sea, surpassing countless mighty figures.
However, when he arrived at the Purple Cloud Palace, he realized that there was no seat left.
He could not help but feel a little anxious. He said to the thirteen figures,
"Everyone, are there any more praying mats left?”
Although it could be seen at a glance that the praying mats had all been occupied, Kun Peng still did not give up.
After all, the opportunity he had been searching for for a long time might be on this futon.
Hearing the voice of the Kun Peng, many Ancestors of Sorcery turned their heads and looked at the Kun Peng who had suddenly appeared in front of them.
"How dare a bastard ask for a seat? Get lost!”
As expected, a loud shout rang out among the Thirteen Ancestors of Sorcery.
Many Ancestors of Sorcery rubbed their foreheads helplessly.
Thirteenth Brother was starting to act arrogantly again.
However, when they looked at Wu Yuan, they suddenly realized that he was staring at them innocently.
That gaze seemed to be saying,"
"I didn't say it."
Then, many Ancestors of Sorcery instantly turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.
In the end, all the Ancestral Magi's gazes were focused on Zhurong.
At this moment, the other party was glaring at the Kun Peng with a fierce expression.
Those words just now were not said by Wu Yuan at all, but by Zhurong!
For a moment, every Ancestral Sorcerer revealed a strange look.
Ancestral Magus Zhurong actually had such a tendency?
Even Wu Yuan was quite surprised. Could it be that Zhurong had slowly become fond of such things after hanging out with him for a long time?
He didn't know if this was good or bad.
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