Beside the two old Daoists, the young woman transformed by the Artifact Spirit of the Chaos Bell crossed her arms and frowned as she looked at the father and son not far away.
Wang Ri Old Man sat on the Lotus Dais, frowning as he watched the young figure sitting cross-legged before him.
The Lotus Dais emitted a gentle glow, rejuvenating the remnants of East Emperor Taiyi's soul.
"Father," East Emperor Taiyi's voice was somewhat hoarse, "Let me go."
"Go?"
Wang Ri Old Man sighed:
"You are an important pawn to me, how can you be discarded so easily.
"Isn't that what you said yourself?"
"Alright, I pulled you from a nearly shattered world, raised you, nurtured you from a fragile infant to a Semi-Saint, just to gain a pawn."
"Do you know, in the world you were born into, how many powerful beings lined up hoping I'd make them my pawns?"
East Emperor Taiyi pressed his lips tightly.
"Do I lack pawns?" Wang Ri Old Man countered.
"No lack, Father."
