"Chestnuts or peanuts—that was the question."
Amid the Flower Sea, beneath the blazing sun, everything seemed eternal. In that hazy daze, it was easy to forget that time was still passing.
Xu Xiaoshou sank into thought.
Chestnuts represented the Medicine Ancestor acting personally. He was confident he could suppress every enemy.
Peanuts meant waiting until the Devil Ancestor made a move before the Medicine Ancestor acted. He was equally confident he could strike later and seize the advantage.
This fellow thinks so highly of himself. He does not even regard Sui Yin as worthy of notice, yet he hands the choice to me?
In his eyes, am I worthy?
Xu Xiaoshou alone was obviously not even fit to carry his shoes.
Stepping outside the choice, Xu Xiaoshou's attention returned to the Name Ancestor. He did not know just how much the Medicine Ancestor knew about Time, Name, and Nuo.
With the great chaos on the verge of erupting, every second was incomparably precious.
Since the Medicine Ancestor had dragged him into Hometown of Flower Fragrance at this particular juncture, then barring surprises, something must already have gone wrong outside.
What had happened did not matter. After all, Ba Zunan was there.
But then again...
Ba Zunan should still be waiting for my Death God's Scythe.
If he does not get it, with his sharpness, he will easily realize something has gone wrong on my end.
Death God's Scythe is directly tied to the Medicine Ancestor. If Old Ba cannot tell the Medicine Ancestor has acted, then he need not bother carrying on.
My lack of movement is only natural in the Medicine Ancestor's eyes. Ba Zunan should be able to read my signal: the problem is not serious.
*Ba Zunan has not moved either. From the perspective of the three