Long Aotian was barely alive.
Old Scoundrel was brimming with triumph.
"Hmph! Your junior brother deceived me terribly. I've been trapped here for decades—I've even lost track of time myself. He showed up, I taught him peerless martial arts, yet he refused to help me melt these iron chains. If I don't avenge this hatred, I swear I'm not human!"
Long Aotian looked at him. "You... killing me will only make him happy... You won't get your revenge..."
"Still trying to fool me? Hmph!"
Long Aotian said, "It's true, Senior. He and I are rivals, and... we've fought to the death several times... and we will in the future too..."
"Oh?"
Old Scoundrel laughed, then suddenly sensed movement nearby. "Someone's coming. Move."
As he spoke, he grabbed Long Aotian and plunged into the water.
On another massive reef.
Long Aotian stood opposite Old Scoundrel, soaked from head to toe.
Old Scoundrel looked at Long Aotian. "So he didn't lie to me? Everything he said was true? You really one-shotted him over a hundred times?"
"Yes, Senior."
"Over a hundred times, and you still couldn't kill him?"
Long Aotian clenched his fists, full of regret. "It was my fault for indulging in pleasure! Things weren't going well for me back then. I finally got the chance to one-shot someone, and it made me lose myself. I couldn't break free from the temptation of vanity. So I spared his life... sigh."
Old Scoundrel did not quite understand, but he did not press the matter. "Then he really didn't lie to me? Wait... are you really impotent?"
"Uh... to be precise, this junior simply can't perform."
"Isn't that the same thing?"
"It isn't."
"How is it different?"
Long Aotian and Old Scoundrel stared at each other in silence for a long time.