"Couldn't catch up..."
Great Mist shrouded the water's surface.
Several Ghost Mother Sect grandmasters relied on their movement techniques to tread across the water, falling silent at the message Lord Net relayed from beneath the surface.
It was too late.
Three days had passed since the Alchemy Branch was destroyed. After hiding for so long, the enemy had finally appeared again.
Yet they could neither be seen nor sensed by qi, so the pursuit depended on Lord Net constantly sending messages to correct their direction. With every message going back and forth, even their speed advantage could scarcely close the distance. Now it had dragged on to the point where, even if they caught up, the enemy would have fled into other waters.
"The monk may run, but the temple cannot! At worst, we'll go ashore! Just like the Southern Region branch, we'll wreck a few prefectures! The Alchemy Branch cannot be destroyed for nothing!" the Grandmaster surnamed Du snarled in exasperation.
The man surnamed Wang beside him hesitated, as though wanting to speak.
"Stop hemming and hawing. If you have something to say, say it!"
"The sect's experts are irreplaceable once lost. If we truly provoke those usurpers into fury and they send a great army to encircle and suppress us, what then?"
"What do you mean by that?" Du Xuyiao's eyes widened.
"Forget it. It's nothing."
Wang Haoze did not wish to argue and said no more, though words remained in his heart.
In the days of Great Qian, one lived day by day. In the days of the Great Marsh, one still lived day by day. When all was said and done, as long as someone offered worship, what difference was there?
Why insist on revenge upon revenge? In the end, it would only set fire to