Seeing Old Daoist Quexin crouching behind the Yellow Springs Mother Tree, Queen Mother of the West's expression turned exceedingly grave.
"Does Queen Mother of the West recognize this fiend?" Supreme Elder Lord asked with a smile.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Who are you calling ill-bred?"
Old Daoist Quexin refused to let it go. Rising to his feet, he marched toward Supreme Elder Lord, blowing his beard and glaring, determined to make him explain himself.
Queen Mother of the West regarded the two old fools tugging at each other with cold eyes. "The incarnation of Venerable Lord of Morality, the incarnation of Numinous Treasure Heavenly Worthy—two of the Three Pure Ones are here. Where is the incarnation of Primeval Heavenly Venerable?"
"He's lofty. He's magnificent. He said this game was beneath his station, so he refused to come," Supreme Elder Lord kindly explained.
"Can you even speak properly? What do you mean, beneath his station? Aren't you insulting Queen Mother of the West?"
Old Daoist Quexin disagreed. Supreme Elder Lord might enjoy degrading himself, but he should not drag him into it. He only crouched in the grass; he would never hide at home, trembling in fear. All his life, he had played only high-end games.
Primeval Heavenly Venerable's incarnation had not appeared in the Dry Abyss Realm. Perhaps he had been squeezed out by his two brothers, or perhaps, as Supreme Elder Lord had said, he was lofty and magnificent—too concerned with saving face to lower his noble bearing.
The second possibility was more likely. With Venerable Lord of Morality being unreliable and Numinous Treasure Heavenly Worthy lacking a few screws, Primeval Heavenly Venerable had to maintain his image at all times, preserving the orthodox majesty of the Three Pure Ones.
At least one of them had to be