"How does the Life-Seeking Infant Monk compare with you and Fellow Daoist Yuan?" Lu Xiaotian had already sensed something unusual about the tall, gaunt monk and asked Xu Wan.
"Yuan Gang and I are evenly matched. The two of us together might be able to contend with him." A thoroughly forced smile appeared on Xu Wan's face.
"In other words, even three or four ordinary Golden Core Late Stage cultivators might not be his match." Lu Xiaotian drew in a sharp breath. Decades ago, Yuan Gang had held off the white-capped dwarf brothers alone without falling behind. Yet this single Life-Seeking Infant Monk was already comparable to several Golden Core Late Stage experts.
What was more, the other side also had Fu Mingyuan, a black-clad middle-aged couple, and more than a dozen other Golden Core cultivators.
"Daoist Xu, Fellow Daoist Yuan, it seems you really are stubbornly refusing to see reason. You actually hid yourselves in the Black Sky Mountains. Your original plan was truly watertight—if not for the phenomenon accompanying this tribulation, you people would have practically deceived the heavens and crossed the sea. You certainly made me suffer for it." With the advantage firmly in hand, Fu Mingyuan spoke with complete composure.
"You can see Miss's potential as well. Given some time, she will surely become one of the foremost experts among the Xiang Kingdom's imperial clan. Whatever benefits Prince De can give you, Miss can give you in the future too. Prince De is ruthless and vicious—why follow him down a road to ruin? In the end, you may not get any good out of it." Xu Wan tried to persuade him.
"That needn't concern Fellow Daoist Xu. I'll put it plainly: hand Xiang Lian'er over to me today, and this matter ends here. I can spare