Deep Love of the East Sea

At the mention of the Pure Yang Demon Venerable, the smile on Gao Xian's face faded as well.

He gave a dry laugh. "Isn't that why you're here? What Pure Yang Demon Venerable would dare act recklessly?"

"You're usually cautious enough. How did you become so wildly arrogant after coming to the East Sea...?"

The old Daoist in yellow shook his head slightly. He was currently in his middle-aged guise, and his words carried a little more mature gravity.

Gao Xian had not expected Daoist Lord Xuanyang to come in person. Well, perhaps not in person—perhaps it was some kind of avatar projection. With his cultivation, he still could not see through exactly what state Daoist Lord Xuanyang before him was in.

After considering it, he said solemnly, "The Demon Race is overbearing and vicious, treating us humans as beneath their notice. As one of the human race, how could this disciple endure such humiliation?

"This disciple has cultivated for several centuries and may be said to have achieved something. Claiming to save all living beings would be empty grandstanding, but sweeping away the injustice before my eyes is still something I can strive to do."

Daoist Lord Xuanyang gave a scornful laugh. "You're rather full of righteousness. Never saw that in you before."

Gao Xian lifted his head and declared, "The rise and fall of the human race is the responsibility of every common man."

"Enough. You really do have plenty to say."

Daoist Lord Xuanyang was somewhat speechless. He was criticizing Gao Xian for being too careless and ostentatious, yet Gao Xian kept stressing the righteousness of his battle.

Those were not the same thing. Gao Xian understood that perfectly well; he was simply muddling the issue with him.

The old Daoist wondered if he had been too