"This matter, this old monk has naturally heard of, but so what?"
"So what? Can it be that Master truly isn't worried at all?" Fairy Scorpion spoke in some surprise. "After all, that old fellow Wang Tinglou is a cultivator at the late Lihe Realm. The strength of his divine abilities is simply not something the few of us can compare to. Aside from that undying old Demon Race member in Ten Thousand Flood Dragon Valley, across all Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, there is simply no one who dares exchange blows with him."
"Hmph. I know full well how formidable Tinglou is, but his bitter love for Fairy Ru Bing was something from eight hundred years ago. Seas have turned into mulberry fields; the former number-one beauty of Cloud Province has long since gone who knows where in the cycle of reincarnation. Meng Ruyan has also never acknowledged this brother-in-law. With Wang Tinglou's personality, do you think he would be so stuffed he had nothing better to do than make enemies of our two sects for the sake of Horizon Sea Pavilion?" Hui Xuan's slow voice entered their ears, his tone filled with utter dismissal.
"But, what if..."
"There is no what if. Cultivators have always refused to rise early without profit. Wang Tinglou would never become our enemy for no reason. If he intended to show favoritism to Meng Ruyan, he would have stepped forward long ago, when the conflict between our sect and Horizon Sea Pavilion escalated."
"Since Master is so certain, then my wife and I can rest easy." A red gleam flashed through Corpse King Qingyuan's eyes as he slowly spoke.
Aside from the three Lihe Realm old monsters, there were also nine great cultivators at the Nascent Soul Late Stage nearby. If this were another