The master of Sword Lake Palace was pale with panic. Even when Lin Xuan had forced him into a dead end earlier, he had not looked this terrified.
That was right—terrified out of his wits!
"What is there that cannot be done?"
The answer he received was a thunderous roar that made everyone's eardrums ache. And though the giant had opened his mouth to respond, the speed at which he devoured the lake water was not weakened in the slightest.
The elder's expression grew uglier and uglier.
Sword Lake Palace had been able to become the number-one sect and clan in Nailong Realm largely because generations of ancestors had poured their hearts and blood into it. Yet Spirit Eye Lake had also rendered indispensable service. It could be called the sect's treasure that held the school in place.
And now his martial uncle was destroying this Spirit Eye Lake. Calling it deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors would not be too much. Without this treasure, even if they defeated their powerful enemy today, Sword Lake Palace would inevitably decline.
As the sect master, how could he not know what mattered most in this? That was why he kept pleading so bitterly.
But how could the Green-Robed Man listen? He and his wife had loved each other deeply. They were not merely dual-cultivation partners; they had known each other since childhood, green plums and bamboo horses, two little ones without suspicion, and had been taken in by their master together and brought to Sword Lake Palace.
After countless years of bitter cultivation, their feelings had only grown deeper. Once they became dual-cultivation partners, they followed each other like husband singing and wife accompanying, cultivating immortality together and seeking the destiny of longevity together.
Cultivating at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage was