The Wood God said gloomily.
Clearly, Emperor Jiang and the others haven't heard of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva.
"And there's something called Big Persimmon—truly, it's a big world with all sorts of strange things."
The Heavenly Wolf Supreme mumbled.
The Wood God was a bit speechless, glancing at the two, regretting whether he should have taken them in at all.
No matter how he looked, they didn't seem particularly bright.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his inner anger, the Wood God then said, "I've got my eye on a few folks who could be potential allies for us. If you want to rule the Three Realms or even reach The Three Pure Ones' realm, relying on just us isn't possible. If Emperor Jun and the others return, we won't stand a chance against them unless we bring in more powerful allies."
"Understood."
The two immediately straightened up in seriousness.
Currently, including the Wood God and Long'ao, there were only four Supremes.
