"Brother Wubao, my respects."
The Grand Ancestor smiled and cupped his hands, surveying his surroundings out of the corner of his eye:
"Have you hidden our young friend away?
I'm hardly some terrifying monster. There's no need for this, is there?
Call our young friend out. I only want a proper chat with him."
"Grand Ancestor, are you sure you only want a proper chat?"
The old man smiled. "You aren't after this junior of mine's body, are you?"
The Grand Ancestor looked a little taken aback. "What do you mean, Brother Wubao? What use would I have for our young friend's body?"
"The Purple Mansion Divine Dao Scripture originated in the Third Dao Court of the Shura Path. As it happens, I know something of that Dao Lord's methods."
The old man mused, "Possessing bodies is his greatest specialty. Every time he cultivates anew, his cultivation advances.
After all, where others cultivate for one lifetime, he cultivates for a hundred, a thousand. Even a pig could fly by then."
The smile gradually vanished from the Grand Ancestor's face:
"I never expected you to know so much about the Purple Mansion Divine Dao Scripture, Brother Wubao."
"Few people in this world know what the Purple Mansion Divine Dao Scripture does after one breaks through to the Divine Dao Realm."
"And these days, few know that Dao Lord's methods."
"You really are from the Shura Path."
The old man neither confirmed nor denied it. "Grand Ancestor, you can no longer escape that Dao Lord's control, can you?
From the moment you entered the Purple Mansion Space, you became a puppet on his strings."
Upon hearing this, the Grand Ancestor suddenly relaxed completely and sighed softly:
"Yes. After living all these years, I never expected him to trap me so badly."
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