Jian Changhe shook his head slightly. "White Cloud Immortal City won't step in right now, unless we can demonstrate enough strength to stand on equal footing against Nether Prison Sect."
The stance of White Cloud Immortal City was very clear: they did not want too much turbulence arising around the Yunxiao Mountain Range.
However, they also could not simply suppress Nether Prison Sect by force. As long as Nether Prison Sect could take the Sea of Spirit in a short period of time, and would not bring prolonged turmoil to the Yunxiao Mountain Range, they did not mind Nether Prison Sect annexing the Sea of Spirit.
Yang Zhenshan looked up at Jian Changhe. Jian Changhe's gaze swept across him as well, but he did not speak again.
Yang Zhenshan was somewhat taken aback!
If White Cloud Immortal City would not step in, what about Cangyu Mountain?
Jian Changhe had only mentioned White Cloud Immortal City, and had said nothing about Cangyu Mountain. What did that mean?
