Rose stood not far away, coldly watching the battle within the sea of flames.
The old man stood respectfully behind her, his eyes filled with alarm. "It actually... is an Imperial Fire Seed..."
Rose's expression remained calm. Her eyes flicked coldly toward the man before she continued watching the fiery battlefield.
"I thought they were just a few ants. I underestimated them."
The old man pondered for a moment. "Since they're Hun Tiangang's disciples, perhaps we should..."
"So what if they're Hun Tiangang's disciples!?" the woman said viciously. "Li Dabai... you've hidden for so many years. It's time for you to show yourself, isn't it? If you don't, I'll torture them to death!"
The old man looked troubled. "Ming Disha seems to be protecting these little brats."
"Not protecting them." Rose sneered. "He's playing with them."
"P-playing with them?"
Rose turned around and looked at the old man. "I've known Ming Disha for many years. He's the kind of person who would never do anything for anyone else. Protecting juniors is, to him, old-fashioned and laughable—disgusting, even. He only cares whether he's having fun."
Then she looked back at the battlefield. "Clearly, he's getting old and won't be able to keep stirring things up for much longer. While he still can, he's deliberately causing trouble. He wants the martial world to remember him. He fell out with Senior Disciple Brother in this life, had no fate with the Seven Colored Phoenix, has no children, and no attachments. What people like him fear most is loneliness."
"Loneliness..." The old man nodded. "That really is true."
Rose said, "He isn't afraid of death, but he's afraid of being forgotten. That's why he meddles wherever he shouldn't, picks fights with anyone of high status, and disgusts whoever stands in the spotlight, competing with