"We have to stop him, or neither of us will be able to leave." The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's expression changed, and he hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Luo Zhongting.
"Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. But the Ghost Origin Gate can only be opened to a limited extent. If you're set on harming others without gaining anything yourself, trying to sabotage the other gates just to look out for yourself, then none of you will leave today. Senior Luo, what do you think?"
"That sounds good. We each get what we came for. Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord, I suggest you let go of those misplaced obsessions." Luo Zhongting had no concern for the survival of the ghosts in this world, and he had little enmity with Lu Xiaotian. Now that the Ten-Direction Kālacakra Array was complete, it seemed that once enough ghostly energy was poured into it, the Ghost Origin Gate would open. He no longer needed to cooperate with the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord as earnestly as before.
"Since Fellow Daoist Luo has put it that way, then so be it. But, Young Friend Lu, you took my Netherwind Battle Axe. Will you return it now?" Hearing this, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord did not argue further.
"You must be joking, Ghost Lord. Returning the Netherwind Battle Axe to you would be like giving a tiger wings." Lu Xiaotian sneered, then turned to Luo Zhongting. "Senior Luo, you've already entered the ghost path. Are you really going to take your daughter down that path too?"
"Young Friend Lu, you don't need to worry about Ping'er. She won't cultivate the ghost path. We've known each other for many years, so I'll warn you once more: after you reach the Upper Realm,