Zhunti: Hehe.
Zhunti: No hehe.
When Cangyuan's two incarnations and Zhunti emerged from the void and returned to the lands of the North Sea, Zhunti's entire face had darkened.
"Uncle Master, you let me win."
Cangyuan laughed cheerfully.
But in Zhunti's eyes, that smile looked utterly punchable!
Far too punchable.
At the same time, Zhunti was alarmed!
How long had it been? Cangyuan's strength had improved yet again.
Before long, Cangyuan would likely become the fourth person in the Prehistoric World to attain the Dao and become a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.
If that truly happened...
The prestige of Jie Sect's One Sect Two Saints would far surpass that of his Western Teach.
After all... he, Zhunti, was merely a credit-card Saint, the kind whose cultivation could not advance a single step until his loans were repaid.
The thought made Zhunti feel stifled.
"When will my Western Teach finally flourish?!"
On the surface, Zhunti still kept a cold face. With a cold snort, he said, "Hmph, for your sake, I can spare this Peacock. But he must not interfere in the affairs of the Human Race again."
Cangyuan's smile remained, but his tone was incomparably forceful. "That is something I should be saying to Uncle Master."
"Uncle Master, withdraw. The waters of the Human Race run too deep for you to control."
Zhunti's expression changed again at those words. "What do you mean by that?"
Cangyuan said, "This disciple nephew is the Martial Ancestor of the Human Race. If Uncle Master wishes to meddle in the Human Race's internal affairs, this disciple nephew certainly cannot stand idly by."
His meaning was already perfectly clear.
The Western Teach was to withdraw its forces from the North Sea and could no longer interfere in the Human Race's internal affairs.
Zhunti: ...