I secretly cursed them as shameless hands-off managers. They wanted my help while making it clear they could hardly help me in return. These old immortals were all trying to toss the burden onto one another, but the burden could not be passed around forever. Someone had to step up and take it, or what if we were picked off one by one and swallowed whole in the end?
You should only take on what you were capable of handling. Naturally, I refused to let it go, and gritted my teeth as I said, "Senior Yuqing, that's not a very nice thing to say. You're facing a huge predicament, true, but at least it's better than the wolves circling me, isn't it? It isn't just a pack of scattered stragglers trying to hunt me down—even among the Eight Extremes fellow Daoists, you can't guarantee that none of them are interested in me. My time axis has only been peaceful for a few years. If you don't show me some sincerity, don't blame me if, when I can no longer hold the line, I bite a chunk of flesh off your buttocks for my last supper!"
When Yuqing heard that, he stared at me, utterly dumbfounded. Seeing that I clearly wasn't joking, he could only stroke his beard awkwardly and say, "Young friend, you mustn't give up on yourself like this. The Three Pure Ones are also stretched thin. Otherwise, after you attained the Dao, we would have come to see you long ago and given you some information, wouldn't we? First, there was the issue with the time axis. Second, we had to wait until something major happened to you before we could seize the opportunity to drop down and offer a reminder, didn't we? Besides, what's so tasty about