After Luohu's words fell, Hongjun merely smiled faintly.
"You flatter me, Fellow Daoist."
"Back then, in the Dao-Demon Conflict, the one who won was the Heavenly Dao, not I, Hongjun."
"Now I am merely relying on these unpresentable methods to cling to life. It cannot be considered some heaven-piercing means."
"If Fellow Daoist had not held back the Witch Clan and those great powers of the Primordial Wilderness in Chaos, this scheme of mine would hardly have unfolded so smoothly."
When Luohu heard this, he gave a cold laugh.
"Spare me that."
"I know exactly what kind of person you are, Hongjun."
"But there is no meaning in saying this now."
Hongjun waved a hand, and the faint, indifferent smile on his face receded by a few degrees.
He paused, then changed the subject.
"How are things on the Chaos side?"
Luohu recalled the bitter savagery of that battle.
"Pingxin was gravely injured by the Earth Dao's backlash. She actually burned her origin outright and self-detonated on the spot with Hongyun and those other pieces of trash."
"The remaining few fled in the chaos."
"Zhou Ming and the others may return to the Primordial Wilderness at any time. I had no need to waste time on them."
"Of the people I took with me, aside from these two behind me and a Primordial Spirit that went to chase Wu, the rest all died."
He gave a simple account of the battle in Chaos, his words filled with disdain for those who had escaped.
In his eyes, as long as their plan succeeded, a few escaped Daluo Golden Immortals of the Origin were utterly insignificant.
When Hongjun heard that Pingxin had self-detonated, he shook his head slightly.
"People of the Witch Clan have always been unyielding. Better jade shattered than tile