Turning toward the voice, they saw an elderly man.
He wore a golden robe that radiated golden light, and his hair, eyebrows, and beard were all white. Though his frame was small, his presence was overwhelming. Even with each step he took, waves of golden light emanated from beneath his feet.
When he first appeared, he seemed to be in the far reaches of the starry sky, his pace deceptively slow — yet in just a few strides, he had arrived before them.
Upon seeing this old man, Baili Zilin panicked even further, because this figure was undoubtedly a existence at the Divine God Realm.
Jimo Qianzhou did not dare be careless either, carefully sizing up the old man.
He confirmed that he had never seen this arrogant old face before.
And the token at the old man's waist bore four characters: Zhao Clan Immortal Clan!!!
"A member of an ancient clan?" Jimo Qianzhou asked.
Because among the various factions of the current era, he had never heard of this clan.
That left only one possibility — an ancient clan.
"Zhao Daobin, of the Zhao Clan Immortal Clan," the old man said, clasping his fists in a perfunctory salute.
The reason it was called perfunctory was that from start to finish, he projected only one quality: arrogance.
He did not take Jimo Qianzhou seriously at all — he did not even take the Prison Sect seriously.
"I don't know you. Why are you interfering in my Prison Sect's affairs?" Jimo Qianzhou asked.
"We didn't know each other before, that's true."
"But this master has entered into a cooperative relationship with my Zhao Clan Immortal Clan. If you wish to move against him, I naturally cannot stand by and do nothing."
The one calling himself Zhao Daobin spoke.
Hearing this, Jimo Qianzhou turned to Jie Mubai: "Well, well, Jie Mubai — so you've found yourself a new partner."
"No wonder your attitude has suddenly become so brazen. You're planning to burn the bridge after crossing it, aren't you?"
"Don't put it that way. I, Jie Mubai, never said I would cooperate only with your Prison Sect," Jie Mubai replied.
And the moment he finished speaking, Zhao Daobin said: "Master, why not simply leave this to me to handle?"
Hearing this, Jimo Qianzhou fixed his gaze on Zhao Daobin.
"My Prison Sect's affairs — are you certain you can afford to meddle?" Jimo Qianzhou asked.
"Hahahaha..." Zhao Daobin burst into laughter. When the laughter stopped, the smile remained on his face, but his gaze had turned bone-chillingly cold.
In that instant, Baili Zilin could clearly feel the entire stretch of starry sky being engulfed by a terrifying, frigid aura.
"You're welcome to try," Zhao Daobin said.
Jimo Qianzhou refused to show weakness either, and an even more vast surge of martial force radiated from his body.
But Baili Zilin grabbed firmly onto Jimo Qianzhou's arm while simultaneously transmitting his voice telepathically.
"Uncle Qianzhou, let it go."
"Right now, my father and the others are still in closed-door cultivation. Our Prison Sect is not at its peak strength."
"They clearly came prepared. We shouldn't fight them."
"Otherwise, it'll most likely be us who suffer."
Hearing Baili Zilin's words, a wave of sorrow washed over Jimo Qianzhou's heart.
Baili Zilin had always been fearless — afraid of nothing and no one.
Whether it was the matter with Chu Feng that had affected him, or something Jie Mubai had done to him — the Baili Zilin of now was so timid and panicked, so full of hesitation and worry.
This transformation broke Jimo Qianzhou's heart.
And yet, he simply did not have the power to give Baili Zilin a sense of security.
Even now, facing Jie Mubai alone, he had no guarantee of victory.
Let alone the sudden appearance of some unheard-of Immortal Clan that commanded a Divine God Realm powerhouse.
"All right, all right."
Just then, Jie Mubai rose to his feet and looked toward Jimo Qianzhou and Baili Zilin.
"Young Master Zilin, back inside the Fortune Sacred Realm, I failed to control my temper and said some harsh words."