"Master Shou?"
When Ba Zunan's subtly worded address came through from the other side of the communication pearl, Xu Xiaoshou finally snapped.
"Stop calling me Master Shou. I can't bear it!"
This damn form of address was pure torment.
Every time he was called that, he got screwed straight into the ground.
They had agreed that the Saint Emperor Qilin could communicate, that once they formed an alliance, storming Gui-Zhe Holy Mountain would be just around the corner.
Yet the moment they met, a Holy Emperor among the Ten Seat Holders, Bei Huai, had appeared. Now even Shen Yi had been beaten out of existence, leaving him all alone.
—He had gained nothing and gotten himself covered in filth!
Luckily...
Luckily, the communication pearl connected.
If Ba Zunan could still speak to him, there should still be room to turn this around, right?
"I've met an old friend of yours."
After saying that, Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the Qilin looming high above him. He lowered the communication pearl, shielded it with spiritual essence, and called out:
"Ba Zunan says it's been a long time, and he misses you dearly."
"He also asked me to pass on a message: give him some face and leave now. You still have a way out!"
Xu Xiaoshou delivered it in a tone that was half message, half threat.
The Saint Emperor Qilin remained suspended in the sky. Upon hearing him, it made no move at all.
Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the information panel. Apart from "Affected," there was no "Doubted" or "Speculated."
That damned Ba Zunan said the higher the level, the more face they'd give you.
Where was your face? It was worth less than a fart!
"Oh? Who is it?"
Ba Zunan's puzzled voice came from the communication pearl. Xu Xiaoshou sneered