Bai Yujun felt that Old Black Tortoise was a little timid.
For an ancient being who had lived through the Ancient Desolate Era, he was actually cowering inside his shell.
"Senior, could it be that you are afraid of those people who call themselves saints? If I am not mistaken, they did not even exist when you were born. How did you lose the ferocious, overbearing aura befitting a divine beast?"
If those old monsters hiding behind the scenes could kill a black tortoise, Bai Yujun did not believe it in the slightest.
As for being sent to suppress the North Heavenly Gate, aside from atoning for his sins, perhaps it had been for merit, or perhaps he simply had not wanted to go to Kunlun.
Yet now he had actually hidden away at the ends of the earth, eating seafood.
The hunched old man in black merely smiled, wholly unconcerned.
"That is right. This old one does not fear those few thick-skinned fellows. Sigh, once a calamity begins, chaos reigns supreme. No matter how high one's cultivation, one may still fall. There are too many accidents, too many variables—impossible to guard against. They were fortunate enough to survive the final calamity of the Dragon Court, fortunate enough to survive the next calamity, and then lucky enough to witness the founding of the Heavenly Court."
He pinched his eight-character mustache, putting on a profound air.
"Hehe, the humans have an old saying: once is forgivable, twice is tolerable, but never a third time. This time, they will most likely stumble."
The old fellow spoke with great confidence, as if he had already decided the matter.
Bai Yujun could not be bothered to humor him.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. You and I are both creatures of the Ancient Desolate Era.