Would You Dare Kill Me Like This?

"Junior Brother, where do you think you're going?"

Just as the old Daoist was about to turn and leave the overseas lands, a voice came from Qionghua Hall, followed by a cold, detached figure.

The old Daoist paused, his expression complicated as he turned back. He said nothing.

How long had it been since he'd heard that form of address?

A thousand years? Or two thousand? Perhaps even longer...

In the end, he couldn't let go of Muzi Li. He wanted to go there himself. Even if something happened, their group of master and disciples added up to three Divine Way Realm cultivators, plus one little burden at the Way-Walking Realm.

That should have been enough to handle most situations.

He hadn't expected Di Liuxin to still be here—or perhaps he had been seated in the hall all along, watching the tides of fortune rise and fall across the Central Continent.

Di Liuxin slowly walked toward him. Their eyes met briefly, and Di Liuxin sighed.

"You've never been like the rest of us. That's not a good thing."

The old Daoist rarely spoke to him so calmly. He smiled faintly.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"You're wrong. It's very wrong."

Di Liuxin solemnly shook his head, cutting him off before continuing.

"Master took five disciples. Why should you have the best aptitude and cultivate the fastest? That's not a good thing."

But then Di Liuxin changed tack and nodded.

"Still, you went and practiced Word-Following Law, and ended up ruining yourself. That was a good thing."

Di Liuxin's words held an astonishing amount of information. Fortunately, there were no other cultivators nearby; otherwise, the shocking revelation would have left jaws scattered across the ground.

No one had ever imagined that the old Daoist was connected to Four