The cold wind blew, yet Ancestor Tianyu narrowed his eyes and slowly savored his wine, a look of enjoyment on his face.
"This old man merely wants to drink a few more cups, live a leisurely little life, and teach a few more younger disciples. Yet even that cannot be granted to me. Sacred Master wants to control the entire Primal Chaos Void, and he wants me to become his puppet? To be absolutely loyal to him? What a madman! Those Destruction Devil Race creatures keep being born without end, and the situation is only getting worse. Sigh, what a headache, what a headache! Sorcerer Ancestor, Realm Ancestor, Blade Emperor, and all the rest—as well as those plotting in the shadows—why don't you show a little backbone and get rid of Sacred Master? Then wouldn't everyone be free and at ease?" Ancestor Tianyu shook his head.