Three Fists and Two Kicks Crippled a Demi-Saint; Overlord, the Shit-Stirring Stick in a Chaotic Game

"You're all not going in?"

In the Southern Domain, just before they went their separate ways, Dao Qiongchang glanced at his companions, his tone brimming with temptation. "An Ancestor God destiny, you know!"

A brief reunion with old friends always brought special joy.

Of course, that was only when one cast aside stances and future relationships, and spoke solely of the present.

Now that they had finished both business and idle chatter, one group was heading to the Grey Palace of the Xu Moon, while the other was heading to the Heavenly Mechanism Divine Sect. It was time to part ways.

"Anyway, I'm not going. I'm only at the Taixu stage."

Storyteller, dressed in red, curled a finger around itself. After speaking, he tossed the question back. "What about you?"

"Yes, what about you?"

Turning his head, Dao Qiongchang looked at Wei Feng and Gou Wuyue. "Though I brought you out, I won't stop you from pursuing greater ambitions."

How free.

If they wanted to go, then go! Wei Feng shook his head and hefted Yama's Feast. "Thirty or fifty years ago, you could only have seen me inside the ruins."

Now?

Forget it!

Why had he followed Dao Qiongchang out? Wasn't it for an easy life, where he could switch off his brain, rest when there was no need to act, and mindlessly draw his blade and hack away when there was? A salted fish's life needed no explanation! Little Gou, however, was comparatively young and spirited, with great ambitions in his chest. Wei Feng turned his gaze toward him. "Why aren't you going in?"

Gou Wuyue sighed softly. "When everyone thinks there's profit to be had, that's when one should retreat from the rapids."

After speaking, he looked toward Dao Qiongchang.

If one were to say whose attraction