"Do you mean, True Lord, that we should wait here in the Rotten Water Domain for the next few days and let them deliver themselves to our door?"
Inside the Dharma Boat's sword pavilion, Underworld Lord Shaobai watched Jiang Sheng kneeling behind a low table, wiping his immortal sword. A keen light flickered faintly in his eyes.
Underworld Lord Shaobai had, admittedly, made a name for himself throughout the heavens and earned some renown among Cave Profound and Void Refinement cultivators. Ultimately, however, he had always had too many concerns to enjoy a satisfying duel, much less fight with all his strength.
It was not that Underworld Lord Shaobai lacked strength, but that the Profound Simplicity Sect could never compare with those Xuanmen sacred lands. True disciples from Xuanmen sacred lands could roam the heavens and act as they pleased, but Underworld Lord Shaobai could not.
The disparity in their sect backgrounds was an invisible shackle upon him.
During his travels through the heavens, he had addressed the other sacred lands' true disciples as brothers, yet always felt himself a head beneath them. However clear his thoughts and lucid his Dao Heart, such prolonged circumstances inevitably bred frustration. This had made him prone to looking ahead and behind before acting, and left him fighting with his hands and feet bound.
This time, however, Underworld Lord Shaobai simply cast all those thoughts aside. He could no longer be bothered to consider their supposed backgrounds, identities, or origins.
Since a battle was unavoidable, he might as well fight to his heart's content, vent the frustration within him, and borrow the fortune of a few sacred-land true disciples to charge toward the integration realm and glimpse Five Qi Converging at the Origin.
Jiang Sheng keenly sensed the change in Underworld Lord Shaobai. A