The Queen Mother of the West's words were addressed to the white-bearded old man behind her.
The white-bearded old man sighed and slowly walked to a position below the Queen Mother of the West.
"The True Martial King might not come. He is an exceedingly smart person, aware that coming this time would provoke Emperor Tian. How could he fall into the trap?"
The Queen Mother of the West smiled, but her eyes were filled with coldness.
"Wenchang Holy King, you don't understand the weaknesses of people like the True Martial King."
"Sometimes, they are afraid of death, but other times, they are terrifyingly brave."
As she spoke, she rested her fair, delicate hand on her cheek, looking towards the boundless sea of clouds, her face full of mysterious smiles.
"I can guarantee that the True Martial King has already left the True Martial Divine Realm and is hurrying over here, and his Twelve Divine Lords of the Dragon Charge will undoubtedly follow him to death."
