"Old geezer, who are you calling mediocre?" The Nine-Tailed Fox was displeased. This old geezer was a Great Mountain Lord just like them. How could a Great Mountain Lord be called mediocre?
Old Salamander chuckled. "A slip of the tongue. Don't take it to heart."
The Nine-Tailed Fox remained displeased.
Yi Die asked, "How much longer do you have before your time is up?"
Old Salamander thought for a moment. "About as long as you do."
That answer made Yi Die lose all desire to ask anything else.
"All right, I'm going into seclusion. Hopefully, this will be resolved by the time I come out. There's no need to make an old bag of bones like me get involved. Besides, that Lu Sang Tian is particularly unhappy with me. I don't want him tearing me apart." With that, Old Salamander returned to his mountain. "Please look after Little Salamander for me. I promise I'll die before you do. Do your best to keep living."
Yi Die and the Nine-Tailed Fox watched Old Salamander's retreating figure. Though the old geezer had a way with words, for some reason he made them feel close to him and moved them. He was far better than Wu Huang.
Hope you succeed, old geezer.
The Boundless cut straight through the starry sky toward the Ten Thousand Beast Territory.
Nothing in the Thirty-Six Domains could stop it along the way.
The Beast-form Spiritual Moltings who had been in seclusion across the Ten Thousand Beast Territory emerged and roared at the heavens. Wu Huang walked out and stood atop the territory, waiting quietly.
One cultivator after another approached the Ten Thousand Beast Territory. Many people were reluctant to come here. The Beast-form Spiritual Moltings of the territory had terrible tempers and would attack at the slightest provocation.