Immediately, Xu Wendong's figure flickered, and he soared to the summit of the Dragon Palace, standing shoulder to shoulder with the strongmen of the Sea Demon Tribe.
He was dressed in a white brocade robe, as pure as snow, his posture upright like a pine tree. He held one hand behind his back, exuding an ethereal aura as if a banished immortal had descended to the mortal world.
The old man in the white robe saw Xu Wendong's arrival and was instantly surprised, hurriedly asking: "Young Master Xu, why are you here?"
Xu Wendong gazed into the distance, looking toward Chen Xiao and the others. His expression was indifferent as he replied, "The Sea Demon Tribe is facing an invasion by foreign enemies. How can I stand by and do nothing?"
The old man in the white robe respectfully said, "Young Master Xu, you are our esteemed guest in the Sea Demon Tribe. Now that our clan is in trouble, how can we let you fall into danger?"
