Spirit of Reincarnation I

White Pine Seed walked out of the courtyard, quietly gave a few instructions to the guards, then boarded a carriage and slowly departed.

The carriage interior was dark, but White Pine Seed's face was grim, without the slightest trace of a smile.

"Have you thought it through? Is a mere mortal really worth your willing protection for so long? Does it mean anything?" An equally gloomy voice spread through the carriage.

"This is my principle," White Pine Seed said flatly.

"You should know our patience is limited. That Moon King Heir is merely a mortal, yet he rose and grew strong so quickly. There must be a great secret on him. Now that he has vanished, finding his family might let us investigate the secrets buried deep within their bloodline. You think a single Crane King Cave can stand against the vast Unfixed Church? That is like a praying mantis trying to stop a cart."

"I know." White Pine Seed remained calm.

"Then what are you hesitating for? The deadline is almost here. If you truly wait until the Unfixed Church sends people to act in person, your tiny demon cave will be utterly unable to withstand a single blow." The voice earnestly tried to persuade him.

White Pine Seed knew the other party wanted to persuade him into surrendering alone, so the credit for bringing him down would belong to that person alone.

He also understood that before the enormous Unfixed Church, his little strength and influence were simply too weak to bear a single blow.

But he had once betrayed a sect before. Now, he did not want there to be a second time. That young, mysterious Moon King Heir had given him much, allowing him to reach his present heights.

So he would never abandon him.

"Think