A mere provocation meant little to Hong Tailong, who had done no shortage of bad things in the past. But at the mention of revenge, his expression turned rather unpleasant. After all, being trapped for a hundred thousand years was hardly a pleasant memory.
"You're right, we can't let that old bastard off easy. How many tragedies in the Three Realms were his handiwork from behind the scenes? Why should we fight to the death while he enjoys his peaceful blessings as if nothing happened?" Hong Tailong said through gritted teeth. "No matter what, I, this old dragon, will make him pay the price."
Those words were tantamount to agreement. Deeply gratified, Yue Qianchou patted his shoulder. "That's more like it. A gentleman never lets a grudge go unavenged. Now that's the upright and honorable Hong Tailong!"
Hong Tailong rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Cut the sarcastic nonsense. Once that old bastard is dealt with, won't you be the one benefiting the most?"
"You can't put it that way." Yue Qianchou said solemnly, "Has it been easy for me, fighting with my life on the line? When all is said and done, aren't I risking my life for your Dragon Clan? Do you think I enjoy these days of licking blood from the blade's edge? If my cultivation does not improve, how am I supposed to fulfill Ancestor Panlong's mission for the Dragon Clan to mete out punishment on Heaven's behalf?"
Seeing him bring up the matter of meting out punishment on Heaven's behalf again, Hong Tailong had nothing more to say. The two huddled together to discuss the details, then left one after the other.
Under the moonlight, bright as polished jade, the two men watched each other from afar. Like night-wandering spirits, they roamed all over the