Xuanming slowly spoke, offering her suggestion. "Very simple.
You lift Changbai Mountain's defensive formation. Gonggong and I will release our pressure and suppress the living beings of Changbai Mountain for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
We can guarantee that no lives will be harmed. Then this matter will be settled. How about it?"
"Heh heh heh..." Bei Ming let out a low laugh.
"Ancestor Wizard Xuanming, you just said Houtu had shown kindness. I think you are the naive one."
"Bei Ming!"
Xuanming immediately felt humiliated. Cold Qi surged around her as she summoned her Natal Wu Artifact, the Severe Cold Fangtian Halberd, preparing to fight.
Zhu Jiuyin raised a hand to stop her. "Fellow Daoist Beiming, will you not consider it?
According to Xuanming's proposal, neither side will suffer any real loss."
From a rational perspective, Zhu Jiuyin did not wish to start a full-scale fight.
Yet he understood clearly— even if they defeated Bei Ming, they would not be able to kill him, and would only deepen their enmity.
If they killed Xuan Sect Disciples, that old man Hongjun would surely intervene again.
A cold wind howled down from the Mountain Peak, sweeping up vast sheets of ice and snow.
Zhu Jiuyin lowered his gaze, light shadow flickering in his eyes.
In a one-on-one fight, the Ancestor Wizards had no winning odds against Bei Ming.
Even if they won through a group attack, they would still be branded with the disgrace of an unfair victory.
Then those Rogue Cultivators whom the Ancestor Wizards had once challenged at their doors and beat up during exchanges of ideas
would surely spread embellished rumors throughout the Primordial Wilderness again, tarnishing the Ancestor Wizards' reputation:
Things like: if they could not win one-on-one, they would gang up; if