The Clay Figurines

"Master, do you seem to have a grudge against the Confucian Sect?"

Green Robe Old Ancestor burst into laughter. "Hahaha, that's right! I don't just have a grudge against the Confucian Sect. I have grudges against all four Great Holy Lands: the Buddhist Sect's Ancient Buddha Temple, the Dao Sect's Heavenly Dao Palace, and the Demonic Sect's Heart of the Demon Pavilion!"

Zhao Han's expression shifted in shock.

You have a grudge against all four Great Holy Lands?

What the hell did you do? Did you sleep with someone else's wife and give every leader of the Four Great Holy Lands a green hat?

Otherwise, why would you be so fond of wearing green robes and green hats?

As they say, if you want a good life, you need a little green on your head.

If the Confucian Sect investigated this, wouldn't I, your bargain-bin disciple, become a prime target for special attention? If they caught me, I'd die a horrible death.

I've boarded a pirate ship!

Green Robe Old Ancestor sneered. "The Four Great Holy Lands are nothing but a bunch of treacherous ingrates."

"Disciple, remember this: if you ever run into people from the Four Great Holy Lands, don't ask why. Just fight!"

"Kill as many as you can. Afterward, someone will have your back!"

Zhao Han froze, unable to make sense of what Green Robe Old Ancestor meant.

Was there some power that made a point of opposing the Four Great Holy Lands?

Was Green Robe Old Ancestor part of it?

The Four Great Holy Lands were already the most powerful forces in this world. Aside from the Great Yin Dynasty, Zhao Han couldn't think of anyone else with the nerve to oppose them.

Could Green Robe Old Ancestor be from the Great Yin Dynasty? But if