"So, have we become guard dogs?"
Wang Wu was also astonished. What's going on with those Twelve Great Luo, anyway? But let's wait a bit longer—who knows when they might come back?
"We don't think they will return."
The Four Clowns suddenly spoke, "After our research, we increasingly feel the vitality of the Dao Fire Realm is stronger, though it's strange. To put it metaphorically, our Great Cultivation Realm here is like a rich mine that has already been exhausted. It was once wealthy, but now basically depleted, no matter how hard we try. Maybe it's enough for maintenance, but achieving more is generally difficult."
"But the Dao Fire Realm is like an untapped virgin land, full of potential. So ask yourself, if you were those Great Luo, what would you choose? Have you ever considered the fall, the exhaustion of the Twenty-four Solar Terms? What will happen then?"
