White Branch's temper flared.
He really wanted to slash Ming Disha apart with one stroke.
Seeing Ming Disha grinning at him so shamelessly, White Branch wanted to draw his blade, but he held back.
Drunken Elder's eldest disciple, the expert once known as the Great Drunken Hero, had actually cultivated an evil art. He was completely different from before.
Since Li Dabai had fought him, he must have already figured out his true capabilities. Yet he had not chosen to kill or capture him on the spot, and had even deliberately let him go.
Ming Disha had been hiding here all along, only coming out at the critical moment to muddy the waters.
And Drunken Elder himself... he had appeared at the very last moment, when he saw his disciple could no longer hold on, and taken him away.
That pack of old geezers!
They had gone too far in bullying him!
White Branch stared at Ming Disha. "There are some things I've never been able to figure out."
"Oh, it's fine. Ask away, and I'll answer."
"Duke Disha, you seek neither fame nor profit, neither an eternal legacy nor descendants to carry on your line... Why are you so actively involved in all this?"
Ming Disha burst out laughing. "For fun!"
"Even fun needs a goal."
White Branch said, "Someone of your strength wouldn't run around playing blindly like a headless fly. Can you tell me what your ultimate goal is?"
"That wouldn't be very convenient. You're too young and far too arrogant. In your eyes, old fellows like us are probably all useless old fossils who only get in your way."
White Branch leaned closer to Ming Disha. "No need to guess. That's exactly what you are."
"Oh my, that's why, among the Patriarchs of the Four Great