The Four Paths Sect was not particularly powerful in the Waterfall Realm. The Heavenly Zither people knew to respect Old Four Daos, but the Merfolk truly did not care about such things.
However, the Four Paths Sect did not care whether the Merfolk respected them either. They had something of a closed-door, self-entertaining air about them, but without question, if the Merfolk dared cause trouble on Four Paths Sect territory, these seemingly harmless cultivators would absolutely not stand for it.
True Adept Bu Zheng had addressed those words to Feng Jun, while Feng Mountain Lord actually held quite a grudge against the Chess Dao.
Though he would not go so far as to hate the house and its crow, expecting him to be friendly toward a Chess Dao branch sect was basically impossible. He spoke with a half-smile, "Do you think... the Four Paths Sect is stronger than us?"
Of course it was. The Four Paths Sect had more than two Nascent Souls. True Adept Bu Zheng had wanted to say that, but for some reason, he had a feeling that once the words left his mouth, he would likely suffer some inexplicable humiliation.
He secretly performed a divination, and a heart-pounding sense of danger abruptly flooded over him. He understood at once that the people before him were not people he could casually divine upon—doing so would bring great disaster!
Thus, he cupped his hands again and answered respectfully, "I had not realized that you possess such abilities, Fellow Daoist. But the Jiao Clan has always liked bullying the few with the many and the weak with the strong... If you wish to resolve this dispute, why choose the Ghost Mist Archipelago? We also have places where we can outnumber them!"
"You're rather interesting," Feng Jun said with a