An Lin was just about to spring into action to save the two hundred Heavenly Court executive department members.
However, the Celestial Thearch held him back with a firm hand on the shoulder.
"Don't interfere just yet," the Celestial Thearch dissuaded.
An Lin was a little perplexed, but he still heeded the Celestial Thearch's advice.
He knew that the Celestial Thearch wouldn't allow members of the Heavenly Court to die before his eyes.
The gate of the palace slowly opened in front of the white falcon.
A barefoot living being in a white robe strode out slowly.
There were also ten living beings with solemn expressions trailing along behind him.
The man looked at the cultivators in the cage on the white falcon's back, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face. "You foolish, inferior beings. How are you going to struggle now?"
The cultivators within the golden cage glowered at the man standing before them.
"Ptui! Trash!"
