Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, and Zhao Ritian were soaking in a medicinal bath.
Zhao Ritian sat in the pool with his head tilted, drooling as he slept soundly.
Long Aotian looked at Lu Chengwen across from him, with nothing to say.
Lu Chengwen was also weighed down by worries and had no interest in talking.
He merely leaned back, stared at the ceiling, and remained silent.
Living room.
Nan Ji, Fishing Elder, Ming Disha, and Kang Chen sat around a square table.
Nan Ji and Fishing Elder glared angrily at Ming Disha, while Ming Disha looked utterly unconcerned.
Kang Chen was extremely awkward. "This junior, Kang Chen, is honored to behold the esteemed presence of Immortal Elder Nanji and Senior Fishing Elder. I am deeply honored. I have long heard of your immortal bearing, upright character, profound virtue, and peerless martial arts. With hearts of benevolence and the righteousness of heroes, you have laid the foundation for decades of prosperity in the martial world..."
Nan Ji looked at him. "Quit yapping."
"Oh. Yes."
Fishing Elder sighed. "Earthly Fiend, we know you did it on purpose. But those three youngsters have only just gotten started, and you already had them provoke the Jiang Family and expose the fire seeds. You've thrown all our plans into disarray!"
Ming Disha said, "Your plans? Integrating the martial world's forces, merging several major families, even including the Demon Race, nurturing them all together, and having everyone face the Heavenly Tribulation together in the end—is that it?"
Nan Ji said, "The calamity of the Heavenly Tribulation is the collective responsibility of everyone in the martial world. One or two people alone cannot withstand it!"
Ming Disha was dismissive. "Open your eyes and take a good look at this martial world. Who would face the Heavenly