Why Rely on Others?!

Situ Xuan was not pretending, not putting on an act, not deliberately striking an arrogant pose for others to see. He truly did not care. He did not care about the old man's cultivation, did not care about his identity, did not care about his age. In his world, there were only two kinds of people: those who could fight, and those who could not.

The old man fell silent for a moment, then spoke.

"By rights, you are an enemy of the Tang Sect. I should attack you."

His voice was very calm, so calm it was as if he were speaking of something that had nothing to do with him.

"But..."

The old man paused, his cloudy eyes fixed on Situ Xuan's back, something indescribable flashing deep within them.

"I have a premonition that if I truly fight you, the Tang Sect may have no future."

The old man paused again, as if puzzled as to why he would have such a feeling. He was an existence at the half-step limit level. Even though his vitality had long since waned and he was decrepit with age, he was still one of the Tang Sect's highest combat forces in this world, the guardian deity of all Tang Sect disciples within the Star Luo Empire. Yet faced with a Soul King, he had actually developed the premonition that "if I attack, the Tang Sect will be finished."

It made no sense.

But that premonition truly existed, and it was so strong he could not ignore it.

The old man took a deep breath and continued, "How about this? I will open Dragon Valley for you, and you promise me that when you encounter the Tang Sect in the future, as long as they do not attack you and do not