"I can't promise you'll come back alive if you go. He doesn't care about me," Ba Yue said.
The old man said, "Thank you for the warning, Acting Sect Master. My lifelong pursuit has been to become Seven-tenths Red Clothes. This person arrived and was immediately granted that status, yet he doesn't even cultivate the Wushang Dao. It's unfair to the rest of us. Even if I die, I have to see what he's capable of."
"Xie Man and Chu Songyun aren't in a hurry. Why are you?"
"One is a disciple at the Eternal Life Realm, and the other is a prodigy who has gathered the Civilization Luck. They have a good chance of reaching the Eternal Life Realm. I no longer do."
Seeing how determined the old man was, Ba Yue stopped trying to dissuade him. "I can tell you. But you'd better let someone else test him first. I'll give you a hint: his strength should be no less than mine."
The old man was surprised, though not overly so. After all, this was the Rogue.
If Ba Yue had been certain he was weaker than her, he might not have been the Rogue after all.
"Understood. Thank you, Acting Sect Master."
At Canglan Valley, Lu Yin watched the waterfall pour down, his expression calm. Half a year had already passed, and still there was no sign of anyone. If nothing happened soon, he would leave.
Some of the information about him circulating outside had actually been spread by him. His purpose was to draw people to him, so things would heat up sooner.
He was a cultivator from another Human Civilization, and his origins were bound to attract attention. Then, after arriving, he refused to cultivate the Wushang Dao, yet was granted the status of Seven-tenths