Yellow Heaven said nothing, his expression hostile. His last clash with Long Zang had left him thoroughly shaken, and he still felt a lingering fear. If Luohu hadn't come with him, he wouldn't have come at all.
"What do you think, fellow Daoist?" Luohu asked softly, turning to Long Zang.
A flash of light crossed Yuan Huang's eyes. The next moment, she tore through space and charged into the battlefield!
Yellow Heaven immediately followed. His task was simple: he only had to hold Yuan Huang back.
Long Zang didn't move. Instead, he tipped back his head and took a drink, then looked at Luohu and suddenly smiled.
"You want that 'position'?"
Luohu smiled too and sat down opposite him. "You really do know."
"An anomaly, a variable, The One That Escaped... Of course I know about those things," Long Zang said calmly.
"You don't want it?" Luohu's eyes burned with eagerness.
"The Spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao?" Long Zang shook his head with a smile. "I'm not interested in that position. It comes with too many restrictions. I couldn't be free of desire."
At that, Luohu smiled without replying. "Then we can be friends."
"If you hadn't schemed against the three clans... we really could have been friends." Long Zang's gaze was calm.
"Sadly, we follow different paths," Luohu sighed.
"Different paths?" Long Zang murmured, his gaze profound.
He knew that position wasn't so easy to hold.
"Who in the Primordial World is more suited than me?" Luohu asked confidently, looking at him.
Long Zang said nothing, only smiled. "There's no point talking about that..."
Silence settled over them once more.
They both knew that neither could win at this moment, and neither could do anything to the other.
In the distance, Cyan Heaven sensed Yellow Heaven's presence. He looked