"I understand. I will take it into consideration."
Immortal Emperor Jicao's gaze was deep, and he quickly composed himself, "National Preceptor, you may leave."
The National Preceptor nodded, bowed slightly, and left.
Immortal Emperor Jicao was not afraid of the National Preceptor. In terms of combat strength, everyone was stuck at the Divine Level, but his Combat Talent surpassed Minis by several points.
Of course, the other party could break through to the Divine Upper at any time, but that would mean being expelled from the world, only able to remain eternally in Chaos.
Soon after this temporary National Preceptor Minis left, he also shook his head.
He knew clearer than anyone what those three Divine Upper Civilizations were contemplating.
Their positions were inherently lofty, overlooking countless Multi-Dimensional Worlds, traversing the gaps between worlds over endless ages.
