Song Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Ji Shinian had mentioned this intention before, but he had not expected him to be so eager as to want to investigate it now.
"Fellow Daoist, you are being rather hasty."
Ji Shinian shook his head slightly. "Fellow Daoist Zixu, that is where you are mistaken. Now is the best time. The Sea Yaksha Clan has sent out all its elites, leaving their nest poorly defended. If we do not go now, when will we?
"You and I may be brave, and we could handle it if they swarm us, but there would still be some risk involved. I have always preferred caution.
"What, are you not curious why these Sea Yaksha are entrenched there?
"Perhaps we can solve all our problems once and for all."
No matter how eloquently Ji Shinian spoke, Song Changsheng remained completely unmoved. To him, the proper priority was witnessing the Gemini Islands safely overcome the calamity before them. Everything else could wait.
"Are you truly not tempted in the slightest?" Ji Shinian asked unwillingly.
"Please do as you wish, Fellow Daoist. The battle situation remains undecided, and I cannot yet get away." Song Changsheng shook his head slightly, refusing Ji Shinian's second invitation.
"From the moment your fine nephew struck his sword and severely wounded that Sea Yaksha Clan Demon King, the Sea Race's defeat was already inevitable. What else do you have to worry about?"
Even now, speaking of that sword strike, Ji Shinian's face was full of amazement. When he had said that Song Qingxing's attainments in the Sword Dao could rank among the top three Purple Palace Cultivators he had seen, he had actually exaggerated somewhat out of consideration for Song Changsheng.
But after that sword strike appeared, he completely abandoned that thought. Song Qingxing