On the Four Nine Immortal Sect dao plaza.
The massive screen was still broadcasting the battle in the Divine Mirror World.
The battle was actually over already, but there were still countless powerful beings who stayed behind to await the return of their heroes.
"Let's go, Yiyin," an ordinary-looking man said in a gentle voice.
"Huh? Are not going to wait for An Lin and the others to come out?" The beautiful young woman beside him turned to him with a confused expression.
He tapped his finger playfully on her nose with a smile on his face. "We've already seen what we came here to see, and we know the outcome of the battle, so there's nothing to see now."
"Alright, I'll do whatever you say." Li Yiyin wound her arms around the man's arm and nodded obediently.
This ordinary-looking man was none other than the paramount god of the Ghost Tribe, Patriarch Zhu Yin.
