Azure Sky Demon Venerable bit out his last few words with particular emphasis.
Withered Wood Hermit's expression shifted again and again.
In the end, his deeply wrinkled old face finally fell.
He knew Azure Sky well.
If he said it, he would do it.
If he stubbornly refused to see reason...
Azure Sky would likely turn around and bring the Snow Robe Demonic Cult's experts straight to his doorstep.
Though he prided himself on having some strength...
Before a behemoth like the Snow Robe Demonic Cult, capable of swaying the course of the world, he could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
Seeing that Withered Wood Hermit seemed to be wavering, Azure Sky Demon Venerable immediately struck while the iron was hot. "Old ghost Withered Wood, you've hidden on this miserable island and cultivated bitterly for centuries. Has your cultivation advanced even an inch?"
"Now our sacred cult's Devil Master holds the world beneath his might. Even Great Zhou's expert at the great perfection of Divine Mansion, wielding a heaven-tier weapon, fell at his feet. What peerless demonic might!"
"A wise man knows which way the wind blows, old friend!"
Those words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.
Withered Wood Hermit heaved a heavy sigh, as though more than half his strength had been drained away.
"I'll go."
He forced those two words out with tremendous difficulty.
The coldness on Azure Sky Demon Venerable's face vanished instantly, replaced once more by his beaming smile.
"That's more like it, old friend."
With a flick of his hand, he withdrew his demonic might and patted Withered Wood Hermit's shoulder.
"As long as you pledge yourself to the Devil Master and serve him, late-stage Divine Mansion may not be beyond your reach."
Withered Wood Hermit rolled his eyes