Roundlight World.
The Yellow Dragon Divine Lord received another message from the Nine Nether Divine Lord. One glance, and he curled his lip, his disdain plain to see.
"Well, well, Nine Nether..."
"A few promises that might amount to nothing, plus a little face, and he expects me to approach the Myriad Gods Cult myself?"
"What is he thinking?"
The Yellow Dragon Divine Lord muttered under his breath and moved to crush the Message Talisman without another word.
Nine Nether clearly thought nothing of him. He knew it was dangerous to approach the Myriad Gods Cult alone, yet he had still proposed it. He plainly meant to use him as a stone to test the road.
The Yellow Dragon Divine Lord was no fool. Why would he agree?
Well, he might agree to be that stone—but first, Nine Nether had to show some sincerity.
Just as he was about to crush the Message Talisman, the Yellow Dragon Divine Lord stopped himself.
On second thought, he could not simply destroy it.
He was only a Rogue Cultivator, far beneath the Nine Nether Divine Lord in both strength and backing. He could refuse to take the risk, but he could not lightly offend Nine Nether or the Ancient Sword Immortal Hall behind him.
So he sent the Nine Nether Divine Lord a Message Talisman in reply.
He filled it with several lines of talk.
Of course he was willing to do Nine Nether this favor, he said, and they had known each other for years. But approaching the Myriad Gods Cult openly was indeed dangerous when they knew so little about it. He needed to find the right moment.
And what counted as the right moment was, naturally, for the Yellow Dragon Divine Lord to decide.
Once the Message Talisman had gone