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Dantai Canglan nodded. "I've already turned him down."

Zhou Qiubai responded, his tone somewhat wistful. "Old man, tell me, what's so great about all those titles? The Upper Three Sects, the Lower Four Sects, the Number One Sect Under Heaven—they sound impressive, but isn't it all bullshit?"

Dantai Canglan looked at him and said seriously, "That's why we turned him down. Ning Fengzhi is a smart man. If you refuse, he won't find it regrettable. In fact, he knows better than anyone that Canghai City staying out of the fight is what benefits him most. If we did compete, it would only cause trouble instead."

Yang Guyun was equally at ease. "There are advantages to not competing. If others wish to respect you, accept it. If they wish to trample you, take it. In the end, everyone will understand that we never lived off a name."

Zhou Qiubai slapped his thigh and laughed. "Old Yang really nailed it. Whether they respect me or hate me, I don't care. But if someone truly wants to stick their foot in here, then don't blame us for drawing our swords!"

Meanwhile, at the other end of Heaven Dou City, Tang San's life was nowhere near as leisurely.

He led what remained of the Tang Sect away from Heaven Dou City and headed south. After passing through several remote villages and towns, they finally settled outside an inconspicuous little city.

With barren mountains behind them and a narrow river before them, the land was poor, and even decent Spirit Beasts were rarely seen.

Yet it was precisely such a place that was less likely to draw attention.

After all, what Tang San needed now was to keep a low profile—or rather, to avoid attracting anyone's notice.

With the meager resources they had now, let