Gusu Cuilight's gaze was calm.
Only when he looked toward the distant azure radiance and Luo Tianfeng's broad sleeves did a flicker of something unusual pass through his eyes.
He stood a little over six feet tall, indeed much shorter than most Asura clansmen.
He wore a simple dharma robe, without elaborate patterns or superfluous ornaments, yet it could not conceal his bearing. His face seemed carved from white jade, resolute and steady, devoid of any viciousness.
The hand beneath his sleeve was frighteningly pale, its bluish veins faintly visible beneath the skin.
It seemed less like a hand of flesh and more like a work of art.
Yet these seemingly fragile hands were ancient and powerful, capable of activating the Heaven-Burying Nail forged from divine iron.
Gusu Cuilight did not stop Luo Tianfeng from drawing the divine iron Heaven Nail. Instead, he looked at Luo Manping and said with a smile, "Worthy Brother Manping, do you truly believe that old thing's promise?"
"Now that he is gravely wounded and can barely hold on, why not join hands with me? From now on, you can be master of your great sect, while I roam the world as an unfettered immortal. Would that not be delightful?"
"That immature divine medicine is useless to me. As your elder brother, I'll generously yield it to you."
Luo Manping's pupils contracted slightly, his face filled with shock.
This was divine medicine, capable of reviving the dead and growing flesh upon white bones.
Even immature, it possessed supreme divine abilities. If it could be refined into a pill and swallowed, there might be a chance to borrow the medicine's power to challenge the great Dao Sovereign realm.
Who would have thought Gusu Cuilight did not want the divine medicine?
Luo Manping stood with his hands