Imperial Younger Brother...

Yes, that was right—they had to put the bigger picture first.

It was absolutely not because Xuan Daozi, a dignified elder of the Falling Away Sect, could not defeat Tu Xing, the man in black.

Tu Xing was merely a brainless brute who had entered the Dao through martial arts, spending every day fighting and killing.

Getting into conflict with someone like that was a complete waste of time.

Before long, the Demonic Sacred Land would open enough for them to enter, and powerhouses like them would venture inside.

What if they were injured from fighting now?

Everything had to be for the greater good.

Xuan Daozi did not bother arguing, though the disciples were curious about what Tu Xing had meant.

However, seeing the elder's expression, they did not dare ask.

The Falling Away Sect disciples did not dare ask.

But some people had no such reservations. From atop the enormous Mystic Turtle came a crisp young voice. "Grandpa, what did he mean by that?"

"East Sea Giant Turtle Angler."

The gazes of several cultivators swept toward the Mystic Turtle.

Two people stood there, one old and one young. The younger was a girl who appeared to be no more than thirteen or fourteen, pretty and innocent.

The old man wore a conical hat and a straw rain cape, with a bamboo fishing rod in his hand. An almost invisible fishing line extended from its tip and disappeared into the sea.

The East Sea Giant Turtle Angler was an independent cultivator who stood on equal footing with the many famous sects and great schools.

His strength was unfathomable, no weaker than Tu Xing, that martial arts madman who had entered the Dao through martial arts.

"Oh, what did you say, little girl?" The Giant Turtle Angler raised his slightly