Old Friend

Tu Shan Jun looked at the old man who spoke so eloquently, yet he could not say a word.

He truly was not good with words.

But he was like a silent wall.

He would not yield a single step!

The old man smiled. "Since Fellow Daoist agrees that this old man speaks reasonably, then step aside."

The tall cultivator in black-and-red robes shook his head.

"I cannot concern myself with everyone under heaven, nor do I possess such lofty ideals. I only wish to become immortal. If you seize her, you are seizing my path to immortality."

"I cannot yield."

The old man's gaze gradually turned cold. With a sneer, he said, "Look at you. You too covet the secret of immortality, so why bother dressing yourself up as some noble man? In truth, you are no different from us. No—you are different from us. We are her relatives, those she can depend on, while you are merely an outsider."

"A sanctimonious hypocrite with sinister intentions!"

"Compared to us, you are even more despicable."

Tu Shan Jun's expression remained calm, and not a ripple stirred within his heart.

He had no need to explain himself to others.

Let the world think of him however it wished.

"I forgot to introduce myself. This old man is Pei Wanhong. You may also call me Venerable Bi Su."

"When Sanniang sees me, she must address me as Great-Uncle."

"And you?"

Tu Shan Jun remained standing where he was, utterly unmoved.

Venerable Bi Su continued, "You surely believe yourself different, believe you will be that uniquely exceptional cultivator. But reality will always defeat you."

"The baleful aura soaring from your body has long since betrayed you."

"Do you think you are some good man?"

What a formidable cultivator!

Tu Shan Jun marveled.

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