Protecting Our Own is a Tradition of the Sect of Interception

"Good."

"Since Senior Brother has spoken, I, Zhao Gongming, will make a trip to Peach Mountain."

"If Haotian follows the rules, I'll keep watch."

"If he chooses to be shameless, I'll let him know that the Sect of Interception's Outer Sect is no mere decoration."

Qin Mu smiled.

"Junior Brother is certainly straightforward."

Zhao Gongming snorted.

"The Western Heavenly Court has become more and more proper over the years—and more and more improper as well."

"They prattle on endlessly about heavenly rules, yet all they know is how to make an example of the beings below."

"Haotian was already far too ruthless in Yaoji's matter."

"And now he means to suppress a son trying to save his mother."

"If this happened among the Human Race, their spines would be pointed at until they broke."

Qin Mu raised his teacup.

"That is why Yang Jian cannot lose this battle."

Zhao Gongming refilled Qin Mu's cup with spiritual tea.

The fragrance of tea curled upward, yet the atmosphere within the cave gained a few more shades of killing intent.

"Senior Brother, Yang Jian is going to Buzhou Mountain. Aren't you worried?"

"The remnants of Buzhou Mountain are no kindly place."

"The resentment of the Witch-Demons, Pangu's lingering might, the killing dangers of old."

"Even a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal who enters may have their Primordial Spirit torn apart by Killing Intent with the slightest misstep."

Qin Mu said, "If he cannot even make it through the remnants of Buzhou Mountain, then he has no right to split Peach Mountain."

Zhao Gongming froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Senior Brother, those are harsh words."

"But you're right."

"There's fire in that boy Yang Jian's eyes. If he isn't tempered against something harder, sooner or later he'll burn himself."

Qin Mu said,