"Divine Lord Hua!" Li Poxiao and I drew our swords almost simultaneously, our vigilance shooting to its peak. Divine Lord Hua had actually been here all along!
"Heh heh... At a time like this, do you still intend to quarrel with this old man? Since we've both fallen into the same predicament, we should cast aside our prejudices." By the time Divine Lord Hua's voice drifted over from the darkness, we had already seen him standing in the night sky, clad in a black robe!
"What are you trying to do?" Li Poxiao asked through gritted teeth, pointing his sword at Divine Lord Hua without relaxing his guard.
Divine Lord Hua slowly floated down. He still looked exactly as he had when I first entered the world of cultivation—not even a beard had grown on his face. The difference was that his eyes appeared extraordinarily wise, even more seasoned and shrewd than Xia Ruize's.
"Daoist Venerable Li, could it be that you don't want this old man to lend you a hand now that you've fallen on hard times? Or are you planning to stay here for a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even die of old age here before that day arrives?" Divine Lord Hua countered. Li Poxiao answered with a cold snort, and he then turned to me. "Little Friend Xia, surely you're curious why this old man has appeared here?"
"Even an old monster like you fell into a trap and got locked up here, so stop arrogantly putting on airs as though you're devising strategies within your tent and winning battles a thousand miles away. Since you're not here to fight, then tell us what you really want." I gave a chuckle.
"Little Friend Xia's tongue is still as venomous as ever." Divine Lord Hua