As the voice fell, an elderly man in a Daoist robe, his hair completely white, appeared beside Zhou Han. Smiling, he looked at Immeasurable Bright Buddha across from them. "She is one of the younger generation of our Daoist sect. If she dies, we won't be able to refine pills in peace. Do me a favor. You don't make a move, and neither will I. We'll wait until the battle over there is finished. How about it?"
Immeasurable Bright Buddha studied the old Daoist opposite him. After a moment, he suddenly laughed. "The Daoist sect. Do you dare make a move?"
"That battle back then destroyed the Dao hearts of who knew how many people."
"Even your Dao Ancestor can no longer act. By all rights, you should obediently hide away in some dark corner and live out your remaining years. No one would think anything of you."
"But I never expected you would still have the courage to step forward yourselves."
"Let me think. There are only two possibilities if you act. First, you pretend to act unconsciously, making it random. That might let you avoid affecting your Dao heart."
"Second, you destroy your foundation."
"Random attacks can't hurt me, and as for destroying your foundation, do you dare?"
Immeasurable Bright Buddha did not take the old Daoist seriously at all.
Zhou Han, still lying on the ground and coughing up blood, was also filled with shock. To be honest, even she had never heard of this so-called Dao heart.
This was the first time she had heard such a thing.
Thinking back to how the old Daoists had been acting mysteriously and evasively, as though deliberately concealing something from her, Zhou Han suddenly understood.
The old Daoist's expression did not change, and his smile remained as gentle as