"What plan? Hmph. When soldiers come, send generals; when water comes, pile earth. Don't tell me I'm supposed to stretch out my hands and let myself be bound."
Compared to the Spirit Race Ancestor, the young woman seemed far more composed, her voice exceptionally cold and clear as it reached his ears.
"You intend to fight her?" The old man frowned.
"Foster Father, you are overthinking it."
"Overthinking it?"
"That's right. The one coming is not my former master, but merely the reincarnation of the Asura King."
"Is there a difference?"
"Of course there is."
The young woman raised her jade hand and tidied the hair by her temple, her smile growing colder still, even carrying a faint trace of calm. "The Asura of the past was startlingly talented and peerlessly brilliant. Even compared with a True Immortal, she would not have fallen short in the slightest. If she came here in person, I naturally would have no power to resist at all. But a mere reincarnation may not necessarily be able to compare with her former self."
"Did Foster Father not notice? According to the clues Sharp Claw sent back, that young woman suspected to be the Asura King has a cultivation base only at the early Tribulation Transcendence Stage..."
"Mm. What Huan'er says does make sense."
The Spirit Race Ancestor nodded. People all said onlookers saw clearly while those involved were confused, and yet his own understanding of this matter was far inferior to Huan'er's.
A reincarnation was not the Asura. The current her no longer had the strength to make the Three Realms bind their hands.
"But that prophecy..."
"Prophecies are inherently illusory and insubstantial. What's more, so much time has passed that it is nothing to fear. What truly deserves concern is the man who accompanied