"Damn it! That woman actually didn't take the bait."
Elsewhere, Elder Lan, who had angrily flicked his sleeve and departed, saw his expression turn utterly grim the moment his escaping light descended before his cave residence.
Just as the Golden Silkworm Snow Lady had expected.
His visit to the Golden Silkworm Snow Lady, asking her to accompany him to the Thunder Marsh Continent in search of Wei Tu, had indeed been ill-intentioned.
Wei Tu had first dragged his feet over joining the Jingwang Society and stood him up. Then, he had deliberately laid a trap, causing him to be reprimanded by the Netherwheel King and lose face...
Each and every one of these incidents was not some great enmity, but they were enough to make him hate Wei Tu to the bone.
Now that Wei Tu's whereabouts were unknown and he was likely dead nine times out of ten, this hatred of his had nowhere to go. Naturally, he intended to vent it upon Wei Tu's beloved in Sunward Mountain—the Golden Silkworm Snow Lady.
Unfortunately, he had gotten off to a bad start. The Golden Silkworm Snow Lady was too vigilant and had not been deceived by his coaxing.
"Still, there is no need to hurry. The Golden Silkworm Snow Lady is unlike Wei Tu. Her aptitude is ordinary, and so is her combat strength. In the future, this elder will surely have other chances to put her to death..."
The corner of Elder Lan's lips lifted as he gave a cold sneer.
Time flowed on, years passed like a shuttle.
In the blink of an eye, it had been a full sixty years since Wei Tu had stumbled into the "Lesser Spirit Realm."
And this year, movement finally arose from Wei Tu's cultivation chamber, which had been silent