On Sleeping Dragon Mountain's Spirit Peak, the Sect Master received another message from Lu Ye and flew into a rage. "Outrageous, outrageous! This brat is trying to defy the heavens!"
Pang Zhen hurriedly said, "Old Man Tang, please calm down. What happened?"
The Sect Master said, "That brat actually told me to give him three days. He wants to destroy Golden Cloud Tower's camp, or else his thoughts will never flow freely in the future! What sort of nonsense is that? He has no regard for his elders at all! Sigh, Crimson Blood Sect has not taken in disciples for decades. I must have forgotten how to teach disciples. This old man has been lax in disciplining him."
He looked utterly heartbroken, but anyone with eyes could see what he was really after.
Pang Zhen found it hard to respond. He could not exactly join in the act. As the Vice Alliance Master of the Vast Sky Alliance, he needed to save face too.
The old man from Myriad Demon Ridge wore a dark expression. After a long while, he forced out a sentence through clenched teeth. "Tell him to attack Golden Cloud Tower directly. If he dares touch any other Myriad Demon Ridge camp along the way, Myriad Demon Ridge will fight the Vast Sky Alliance until the fish die and the net splits! Let the Heavenly Mechanism bear witness to these words!"
Pang Zhen's expression turned solemn.
The Sect Master nodded. "This old man will make it clear to him and tell him to put the bigger picture first."
Within the Spirit Stream Battlefield, Lu Ye checked the message sent by the Sect Master and knew that, with matters having reached this point, he could not continue any further.
In the month or so since he had emerged