Atop a cliff stood two figures, one of whom was the white-robed man who had previously conversed with the Dark Emperor. The other person, disheveled and with torn red garments, had his hands bound with iron chains. His back was plastered with talisman papers that fluttered as the sea breeze blew, unsettling his long and messy hair.
"Wandering Holy King, what thoughts cross your mind upon witnessing my plight?" asked the man in chains, his expression indifferent and his gaze as deep as a secluded well.
The white-robed man acknowledged as the Wandering Holy King replied without a trace of emotion, "I am even more grateful. Dao Void Mysterious Immortal is extremely powerful, and your position is high, Holy King. However, the higher you stand, the more careful you must be in your actions, because you have more enemies."
Upon hearing this, the Great Nether Holy King closed his eyes and a smile appeared on his face.
