"Since my father sent you two to assist me, you can hardly escape blame if we're wiped out. Even if we make it out alive, you'll still be held accountable. Since we're already inside this secret Buddhist realm, why not find a way to earn merit and atone for our losses?"
"The Esoteric Buddhist Sect once excelled at controlling the dragon race. It's hardly strange that a powerful Heavenly Immortal–level dragon like this exists. If we can subdue it and learn about the Esoteric Buddhist Sect from it—or find out where the other dragons belong—we might still have a chance to make up for this defeat."
Chu Zhaoyang had a clear head. Even in circumstances like these, he could still see a way forward. In truth, although Chu Zhaoyang had been arrogant when trading blows with Lu Xiaotian in the past, he hadn't made any particularly obvious mistakes. He simply hadn't expected Lu Xiaotian to be so powerful, and had suffered repeated defeats because he was outmatched. But even if Chu Zhaoyang couldn't beat him, other cultivators of the same rank would have struggled to match the Lu Xiaotian of that time as well. Otherwise, after being thoroughly humiliated, the Yuxuan Heavenly Court would never have stood by and let Lu Xiaotian and his party leave unmolested.
"Brother Lin, I think the young lord has a point. If we're three against one and still retreat without fighting when we meet a Heavenly Immortal dragon, how can we hope to establish ourselves in this Buddhist realm?" Kou Tong agreed with Chu Zhaoyang. Even if they managed to leave unharmed, Chu Zhaoyang had already set a precedent, and they had now lost tens of thousands of elite immortal troops. They truly couldn't return and explain that away so easily.
"Very well. Let's