"Southern Domain?"
Gou Wuyue murmured, looking somewhat surprised.
"Yes, the Southern Domain. Just the two of us, wandering together."
Just the two of us?
Gou Wuyue raised a brow.
"I know, that sounds rather ambiguous."
"But don't you think Ba Zunan and Wen Ting, Old You and Mr. Siren, have all become fine tales, legends?"
"And you're only one me away from becoming a legend?"
Gou Wuyue could not help sinking into deep thought.
He was considering how to use his sword to cut away the Lecherous Old Daoist's lecherous aura.
"You're not an ancient sword cultivator," Gou Wuyue said.
"Excellent. It seems that if I were an ancient sword cultivator, you'd be very willing to make a fine tale with me. And for your sake, I've actually already been cultivating Ancient Sword Arts..." Dao Qiongchang prattled on.
"Shut up!"
"I've already cultivated Innate Sword Intent."
"Shut up!"
“You should know how difficult that is for a Heavenly Secrets Practitioner. You're denying my sweat and effort...”
"Lecherous Old Daoist, shut your mouth!"
Gou Wuyue could bear it no longer. Veins bulged at his temples, and in the end... he chose to skip the subject. "Why the Southern Domain?"
"You should ask, why not the Southern Domain?"
"The Sinful Land of the Southern Domain is rife with calamities and chaos. It is the finest soil for sealing gods and proclaiming ancestors."
"Even the Holy Spirit Hall cannot extend its hand into the Southern Domain... do you know why?" Dao Qiongchang said, calmly leaving him in suspense.
"Why?" Gou Wuyue's curiosity was stirred.
"Because for over thirty years, I never thought of reaching in. Otherwise, did you really think the Southern Domain couldn't be pacified?" Dao Qiongchang remained utterly composed.
Yet Gou Wuyue was inwardly alarmed.
Looking at the lecher's half-smiling expression,