"Yes, Senior Li."
Chongxu Zhenren continued, "There is at least one ancestral vein within the Eastern Continent, perhaps more than one. How could we simply hand it over to a group of rogue cultivators with no orthodox lineage?
"Moreover, that Chen Lei is the disciple of the demon Sun Xiangzong, and he has slaughtered countless disciples of righteous sects. How can he be so easily forgiven?"
"Heh heh."
Li Guanfu sneered twice. "If that is the case, then this old man can only lead the Slay Immortal Sect and defect to the Ancient Demon Race."
The Nascent Soul Cultivators' expressions tightened.
Wang Shouzhi, the headmaster of the Heavenly Sword Sect, hurriedly said, "Senior Li, such jokes cannot be made."
"This old man has no leisure to joke around with you!"
When Li Guanfu spoke, he showed none of the bearing of a great cultivator. Instead, he resembled an old man from the marketplace quarreling with others. "If enough people cannot be found to help, everyone will be run ragged. The Great Wall will fall, and even the Thirty-Six Immortal Sects will be destroyed—it is only a matter of time.
"Since that is the case, why should this old man lead his disciples to stay there and die for you in vain?
"In any case, to this old man, you are no different from the demonic sects. It makes no difference which side dies first."
"Senior Li, that is mistaken."
Chongxu Zhenren explained earnestly, "The demonic path uses all living beings as blood food, while the righteous path takes supporting the Heavenly Dao as its duty. How could there be no difference?"
"Enough. I cannot be bothered to waste words with you. Prepare for war."
Li Guanfu made as if to leave, yet just as he turned around, he stopped again.