After a fierce battle, the Nether Lord and the Battle Ancestor sat down again.
"Speak. What brings you here uninvited?"
The Nether Lord leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking every inch the boss.
"What else? The Thirty-Three Heavens are short of defenders. When necessary, I'd like you to lend a little help for their sake," the Battle Ancestor said bluntly.
"For the Thirty-Three Heavens?"
The Nether Lord scoffed. "You certainly know how to joke, Battle Ancestor. Who am I? I'm hardly worthy of protecting the Thirty-Three Heavens."
The Battle Ancestor did not mind. "This old man was just mentioning it in passing. It's fine if you don't want to. Got any wine?"
The Nether Lord said, "You wouldn't think much of my wine. Hurry up and get lost. The Dark World doesn't welcome people from the High-Level Heavenly Vaults."
"If you won't give me any, this old man isn't leaving." The Battle Ancestor lay down right there, looking ready to throw a tantrum.
"Drink, then get lost once you're done. The sight of you old fossils annoys me. Always pulling rank because of your age." The Nether Lord took out some wine and tossed it in front of the Battle Ancestor, speaking irritably.
"Hehe, thank you for your hospitality, Lord Nether. Blessings upon you, Lord Nether." Grinning, the Battle Ancestor hugged the wine jar and began drinking.
The Nether Lord shook his head, unable to be bothered with him.
He looked toward the Western Boundary, then toward the other three boundaries, pondering something with a meaningful look in his eyes.
"I won't intervene. Don't forget, my true body cannot leave the Dark World. Even if I acted, I would be no match for their ancestor grade beings. There's only so much I could do."
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