You Were Dead

At present, it seemed that Yanluo Hall wanted the souls of the Central Continent.

Then what did the Heavenly Dao Sect want?

Even after Su Xiaoxiao was brought back to the Southern Border, he was still muttering over this question.

Because he had realized that the higher-ups of the Heavenly Dao Sect seemed very different from what he had imagined.

And... they also seemed to have their own agenda.

They hadn't simply come to fight Yanluo Hall to the death.

Muzi Li brought him back to his own place, a temporary grand hall. Though simple, it still had an air of grandeur.

"What's been going on with you these past few days?"

Muzi Li glanced up at him and asked.

Su Xiaoxiao hesitated, but in the end, he still voiced his confusion.

Muzi Li was silent for a long while. Then he suddenly cast a barrier, completely concealing the entire hall, before speaking.

"There's no hatred without a cause. I don't know what grudges we have with Yanluo Hall, but there's absolutely no way we came to the Central Continent just to stop them."

Why was Muzi Li so certain? Because he looked at things from the perspective of human nature. The Heavenly Dao Sect had paid a hefty price to deal with Yanluo Hall.

Not to mention anything else, the number of cultivators who had died alone was enormous.

Hatred could certainly drive people mad, but not for thousands of years.

Only profit could do that.

Only profit made sense.

It was simple enough logic, but Su Xiaoxiao had been trapped in his own confusion all along.

"Don't tell me you still think you're some righteous cultivator of the Central Continent, and Yanluo Hall is some evil sect?"

As Muzi Li spoke, he began to laugh mockingly.

When he