The familiar Nameless Canyon, this familiar ice plain, this place that had already drunk so much blood. The entrance leading into the ice cavern still breathed gusts of icy wind, making one shudder with fear.
"Little Friend Lu, you shouldn't have come here." At the entrance of the ice cavern, a pale-golden skeleton stood with its hands clasped behind its back, wrapped in a broad golden robe. Its empty eye sockets stared at Lu Xiaotian.
"Was I supposed to wait until everything was settled, then let the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord hold a blade to my neck while I waited to die?" Lu Xiaotian said calmly. "The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord isn't the only one who can open the Heavenly Origin Four Gates. Why must you insist on tying yourself to the same rope as him?"
Lu Xiaotian had not expected Luo Zhongting to be waiting for him here.
"If I don't tie myself to the same rope as him, am I supposed to walk the same path as you? As for opening the Ghost Origin Gate, I still favor the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord. Of course, judging by combat strength, you don't have much chance of winning either. What's more, you cultivated that god-knows-what technique. If your future achievements are merely ordinary, so be it—but the more dazzling they are, the faster you'll die." Luo Zhongting was wholly unconcerned.
"Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say." Lu Xiaotian's eyes turned cold. Yet Luo Zhongting's words had left him somewhat puzzled. What cultivation technique had he practiced that made Luo Zhongting so pessimistic about him? The old monster refused to explain, clearly constrained by some kind of restriction.
But this was not the time to dwell on such a tangled mess. Lu Xiaotian's divine sense stirred, and one