Taking advantage of the moment, while the River Styx's Three Corpses were still trapped in the Lightning Tribulation, Lin Changqing cupped his hands in a respectful salute.
"Senior!"
"My Dao creation is complete. It's been tens of thousands of years since I last returned to my sect. I'll take my leave now!"
As he spoke, Lin Changqing darted away from the middle of the island, turning to leave at once!
What a joke. The three River Styx avatars were still too busy dealing with the Lightning Tribulation to worry about him. If he didn't leave now, when would he?
Once the River Styx's Three Corpses recovered, he would probably have to wait for them to show mercy—or for Tongtian to step in.
But if Tongtian had wanted to help him leave, he would have taken him away already. His master clearly wanted him to temper himself!
The Primordial World's top old monsters, those Quasi-Sage peak experts, were not easy to deal with.
The River Styx had a fearsome reputation and was one of the most formidable among them. Though he was all smiles with Lin Changqing now, calling him "young friend" at every turn,
that was only because he needed Lin Changqing's help and feared the Saint Tongtian.
If he really started scheming, he would be the sort who devoured people without even spitting out their bones!
And if the matter concerned his path to Sainthood, he might not fear Tongtian at all. Perhaps he would even be willing to offend a Saint!
That was why Lin Changqing wanted to leave right then.
As for demanding a fee from the River Styx for helping create a Dao—trying to profit at a tiger's expense was the sort of thing Lin Changqing should attempt only after he was strong enough to trade