Before Lu Yang had even finished speaking, Sky Soaring narrowed his eyes. To him, the most valuable piece of information in that entire speech had actually been the very first sentence:
The Netherworld's master was at death's door?
True or false?
Sky Soaring sized Lu Yang up. Looking into those sincere eyes, he quietly pondered it over and ultimately decided that the answer was probably true.
Because that was the only thing that made sense.
If the Netherworld's master were still at his peak, or merely recovering from severe injuries, then with the Netherworld's current strength, he could absolutely challenge the Dao Lord.
But what had actually happened? I entered the Netherworld, making my purpose of verifying its intentions so obvious, yet its master never came out to crush me with a single foot. That meant his condition was probably terrible. Being at death's door was only reasonable. He had merely been hiding in the Netherworld all this time, leaving the Dao Lord unable to do anything to him.
That was why there was me.
Sky Soaring's gaze darkened. That Old Immortal from the Sacred Sect definitely wants to use my hand to get rid of the Netherworld's master, while he reaps the fisherman's profit!
The truth was already clear.
The question was, what should he do?
Just then, Lu Yang's voice drifted over. "Senior, it's my turn next. Please explain in detail the six steps for a Great True Lord to reach the Other Shore."
Still asking?
Sky Soaring immediately sneered. I already knew the Netherworld master's condition, so the deal naturally ended here. Did he really expect me to answer him?
Yet before long, he fell silent.
Because Lu Yang was not the least bit anxious. He merely stared straight at him. Sky Soaring could tell that such