Although the Nameless Dao Lord spoke with great finesse, projecting an air of "I have every one of your movements under my control," Ling Xiao calmed himself in an instant.
"...You have seen me make a fool of myself, sir."
The next moment, Ling Xiao bowed deeply and sighed. "The Dao Path you have pointed out is too profound for me to comprehend. I can only seek guidance elsewhere."
"No matter. I do not blame you."
The Nameless Dao Lord chuckled. "But you still have not answered my question. Did he refute the Yin-Yang side path, or did he offer you another road?"
"...The World Honored One gave me other guidance."
Ling Xiao answered, and the Nameless Dao Lord nodded slightly. "That is no more than I expected. I suppose, Daoist friend, that you intend to try both paths?"
"However, I can tell you plainly."
"If you do that, you will undoubtedly die."
As the Nameless Dao Lord's words fell, muffled thunder suddenly resounded between Heaven and earth. Like ten thousand armies beating their war drums, it echoed through the clouds, as though answering his call.
"I can guess what path he wants you to take—nothing more than Tribulation. Yet I already told you that this path is firmly controlled by the one at the highest point. If you seek to attain it, you will be opposing him. Do you think you possess that kind of ability? If you believe you do, then I shall turn around and leave at once."
Ling Xiao's expression stiffened slightly.
Under the Nameless Dao Lord's gaze, unwillingness first surfaced on his face, then turned to struggle, before finally becoming an indescribable despondency.
"It seems you still possess some self-awareness."
"Taking ten thousand steps back, do you think you are the only one who wants