"During our sect's heyday, we likewise possessed two supreme saint weapons. Unfortunately, the Eight Virtues Treasure Wheel shattered in the great ancient war. Even though later generations did everything they could to repair it, it could only be restored to the level of a semi-saint weapon."
"What a pity. If the Eight Virtues Treasure Wheel had not fallen in rank, then even if the Lunar King struck us with the Formation-Breaking Pearl, our sect could have handled it with ease."
The Vast Cold Palace Master still could not let go of the destruction of the other saint weapon that had safeguarded her sect.
"Master, why not awaken our sect's ancient reserves..."
"Our ancestors' lifespans have long since run dry. Whether they are alive or dead is unknown; we simply kept it secret."
"Then I'll go ask Yin Tiande. He has already become a Dao-Slaying King and is incomparably powerful."
"No. I have already made one mistake—rashly arranging a marriage contract for you. I absolutely cannot make a second mistake, compounding one error with another."
Master and disciple engaged in a fierce verbal battle, arguing intensely for quite some time.
"The Eight Virtues Treasure Wheel was once a saint weapon passed down through the ages. Your disciple stands on the ninth minor step of Immortal Two and is on the verge of Dao Slaying. With this semi-saint weapon in hand, I have a twenty to thirty percent chance of stopping that Formation-Breaking Pearl—a one-use Saint Dao Weapon of tremendous power."
"Master can wield the saint weapon and hold the Lunar King at bay, buying time."
"But..."
"No buts, Master. This is the only way to break the deadlock."
Yi Qingwu interrupted the beautiful middle-aged woman. Her delicate lips were pressed tightly together, her expression resolute.
"Alas, this is the only way.