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Zhao Cenjiang appeared behind Zhao Wumie. Looking at him, he sighed. "I heard about what happened between you juniors back then. All I can say is that fate toys with people. But it's all in the past now. You needn't remain fixated on it."
Zhao Wumie merely nodded expressionlessly. "I know. But the dust and smoke of the mortal world are not so easily cast aside. Even Xuanchenzi of the Taiyi Taoist School cannot truly achieve supreme oblivion of emotions."
Zhao Cenjiang smiled. True Martial Realm Land Deities always gave people the impression of being powerful, mysterious, and impossibly remote. To low-level martial artists, they truly were immortals, beings that existed only in legend.
Yet Zhao Cenjiang's smile was exceptionally gentle. If one removed that golden dragon-and-python robe of his, others might even mistake him for an old man from an ordinary household.
"That's true. So long as one is human, one cannot achieve supreme oblivion of emotions. I heard everything that happened just now. When the time comes, I will make my move. Great Zhou has not dispatched any True Martial Realm experts to stand guard there—there are only junior martial artists such as Xiang Chu Kuang. They can be dealt with."
Looking at Zhao Wumie, Zhao Cenjiang shook his head. "Wumie, among the Zhao imperial clan, your talent is the greatest. Even in the Jianghu, you could stand shoulder to shoulder with those astonishing geniuses. I can sense that you have already touched the threshold of the True Martial Realm. Why have you not taken that step?
"I am already old. If Great Zhou did not fear that I would fight them to mutual destruction, they would likely have sent an army to destroy Eastern Jin