Su Xin's words were arrogant. Chiming Master let out a cold laugh and said, "How truly ignorant and fearless. You're no more than a mortal, yet you think you can slay gods and Buddhas? Who do you think you are?"
Su Xin replied coolly, "You wouldn't dare. That's why you've only ever made it this far—you don't even dare to dream of going further. What else is there to say?"
Chiming Master was about to flare up when Mahasthamaprapta Master stopped him.
"Lord Su, you didn't come here just to argue, did you?" Mahasthamaprapta Master asked mildly.
Su Xin shrugged. "I'm not the one trying to pick a fight."
Mahasthamaprapta Master gestured toward the room. "Please come inside, Lord Su. We can discuss things there."
Su Xin nodded and followed Mahasthamaprapta Master inside.
After they sat down, Mahasthamaprapta Master asked, "Lord Su, may I ask what brings you here?"
Su Xin didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "First, I'd like to ask you something, Master. Is the Esoteric Sect planning to establish a firm foothold in the Central Plains with this northward expansion?"
Chiming cut in. "Of course. Why else would the Western Border Esoteric Sect have gone to such lengths to reach an agreement with the Human Emperor of Great Zhou?"
Su Xin glanced at Chiming Master. As expected, these martial artists from the Western Border Esoteric Sect had little regard for decorum. In any other sect, interrupting when a Yang Spirit Realm expert was present would clearly have been considered a breach of protocol.
Of course, martial artists who had cultivated to the Soul Fusion Realm generally weren't so poor at reading a room. They knew what was appropriate and when.
But since Mahasthamaprapta Master said nothing, Su Xin pretended not to hear the interruption. He merely said, "Master,