Fishing Elder deflated, turned around and sat back down. He poured himself a cup of wine but did not drink it.
He swirled the cup, his expression grave. His former carefree, game-playing look had vanished completely.
Someone in the sky transmitted their voice through inner energy:
"Brother Shanj i, long time no see!"
Fishing Elder drained his cup in one gulp. "Ah, I thought you were dead."
"Hahahaha... You're all still alive, so how could we possibly die so easily? The martial world has been peaceful for too long. Without us, it wouldn't be lively!"
Fishing Elder poured another cup. "Let the youngsters leave first. How about we settle our own grudges ourselves?"
"Leave?! Hahahaha! They're all your juniors. Do you think I can let them go?"
"Oh?" Shanj i sneered. "Then don't even think about leaving today."
A woman's voice rang out. "Senior, we agreed that Long Aotian would be mine."
The expert's voice replied, "As long as I confirm he doesn't have the Imperial Fire Seed, you can deal with him however you want."
The woman said sternly, "That isn't what we agreed before! I only want Long Aotian! I don't care about anyone else!"
"I'll say it one more time!" The man's voice was heavy and vicious, brimming with pressure. "Once I confirm he doesn't have the Imperial Fire Seed, you can take him away however you please!"
Fishing Elder burst out laughing. "Kong Er Lengza! How old are you now? You're practically ready to be buried, so what use do you have for the Imperial Fire Seed? Planning to keep King Yama warm in the underworld? Leave good things to the young!"
"If I'd had the Imperial Fire Seed back then, I never would have lost to you!"
"Oh, listen to that! Even if you had