Looking at the gray, dreary skies over Sword City, Old Daoist murmured to himself, "Whatever you're planning, I'll see it through to the end!"
His voice was quiet, yet carried an unmistakable resolve.
It was as if he were making a declaration to heaven and earth, or swearing an oath to himself.
In Old Daoist's eyes, if Wang Xian were given another chance to choose, the outcome would probably be the same as it was now. Nothing would change.
Just because he refused to become a woman's cauldron, Wang Xian had dared to make enemies of the Four Great Sects of Phoenix City!
Because he couldn't be bothered to explain the massacre by Crescent Moon Spring, he had been willing to cross swords with all the heroes under heaven! In the end, he would rather enter the Demon Realm than bow his head to Master Mo Yu!
A man could lose!
But he could never lose without a shred of backbone!
With that thought, Old Daoist took a step forward and left the reception hall.
That step seemed to carry him to the peak of a mountain. Everyone in the reception hall felt their hearts jolt, as though his foot had landed not on the ground, but on their hearts.
It was as if, once he took that step, there could be no turning back.
And at that moment, Yang Ruolan's words pierced Gongsun Tianyang's chest like a sword!
Or rather, in that instant, his eyes wavered. In that wavering gaze were hesitation, struggle, and fear.
Yang Ruolan was growing impatient. She looked at Old Daoist and gave a cold laugh.
"Old man, I'll tell you what the consequences will be if you do this! She's an enforcement elder of Goddess Palace. Insulting Goddess Palace means making an enemy of