Atop the gate tower of Golden Rooster Ridge, a gentle breeze billowed through Daoist robes.
Xuan Yao stood to one side, gazing down at the Western Qi camp, which had lain quiet for days. In a grave voice, he reported to Kong Xuan, seated in the place of honor, "Dao Son Kong Xuan, Western Qi has been far too quiet these past few days. The Chan Sect certainly won't sit by forever. I fear they'll make a major move soon."
Kong Xuan remained composed at these words. He shook his head carelessly, his tone brimming with absolute confidence. "It matters little. Across the entire Chan Sect, unless the Primordial Heavenly Lord comes in person, none are worth fearing."
He truly had the strength to look down upon all other contenders.
He had never cared for the empty title the world lavished upon him—"the strongest beneath the Sages." He knew that countless ancient monsters lived in seclusion throughout the Primordial Wilderness, and there were indeed great beings who could defeat him.
But he also knew in his heart that not a single disciple of the Chan Sect was qualified to contend with him.
The prestige of a Sage's sect shook the Three Realms, but compared with the great clans of the Primordial Wilderness whose legacies stretched back through the ages, its history was far too brief, its foundations far too shallow.
When the immortals dreaded a Sage's sect, they had never feared its disciples and cultivators, but the Sage who presided over it.
Moreover, he was Yuanfeng's own son, with a noble bloodline. Even before the Primordial Heavenly Lord, he had no need to bow and scrape.
He had already worked everything out in his heart: even if the Primordial Heavenly Lord disregarded his status and personally bullied a junior, his