Exposure

Tu Shan Jun scrutinized the old man clad in a Cloud-Riding Myriad-Mile Roc Dharma robe. Residual traces of mana fluctuations, divine abilities, and true intent still lingered around him. Then he looked at the cultivator in blue-and-white cloud-sky robes. Though the man appeared composed, his hands also carried the aura of recently activated divine abilities.

It seemed these two had already fought once.

"Senior, do you truly intend to stop my brother and me from leaving?" Taiyi asked again in a deep voice.

He did not wish to provoke the patriarchs of two sects. Even if this ancient battlefield truly contained some treasure or tremendous inheritance, he held not the slightest greed and had no desire to take a share.

His only purpose in coming here had been to use the Baleful Intent to advance the Soul Banner.

If these two refused to let the matter rest, he was no easy target either.

But just as Tu Shan Jun had indicated, how could a Venerable's will be changed so easily?

Venerable Fuyou's aged eyes narrowed as he said with a genial smile, "It is not that we wish to stop you. You are the one blocking our path. Back then, our Heavenly Roc Sect told you not to choose the Ghost Sea as your sect's base, yet you insisted. You chose this place and obstructed us, yet now you hope we will repay grievance with virtue and spare your life?"

"Now that you have driven away the Hehuan Sect, seized its foundation, and left the Ghost Sea, why have you returned?"

"This place never belonged to you."

"Actually, us two old fellows ought to thank you. When dealing with great sects that have backing, our intervention would look like the strong bullying the weak—not very pretty. It is much better