"What? That brat actually took the initiative to ask the Shu Mountain Sword Sect for help? What exactly is going through his head?"
Deep within the Starry Sky of the Demon Domain, atop a Divine Mountain, an old man holding a wooden staff wore an utterly puzzled expression.
Beside the old man, Kuanglan stood respectfully where he was.
"I don't know. That was what he meant."
Kuanglan answered honestly.
"How strange. That brat clearly slew Lu Cang. All he needs to do now is proceed step by step. With this old man keeping the other powers of the Demon Domain in check, none of them would dare make any rash moves."
"And yet, that brat wants the Shu Mountain Sword Sect to get involved. By doing so, he will not only push himself and those youngsters into a pit of fire, but drag the Shu Mountain Sword Sect down with him as well."
"One careless move..."
The old man stopped halfway through his words. Instead, he closed his eyes and fell into thought.
Kuanglan remained standing there, not daring to utter a single word, merely watching in silence.
In the struggle of a great age, the greatest taboo was for top-tier powers to intervene. Once the Shu Mountain Sword Sect stepped in, it would mean that the Shu Mountain Sword Sect was facing a calamity.
With one misstep, even the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's inheritance of countless eons could be reduced to nothing.
That was the terror of a great age.
That was also why, when Ye Lin slew Lu Cang right under that old fellow's nose, the Void Dragon Clan had not made the slightest move.
Because they were wary.
It was like the calamity of the Ancient Human Emperor. Three Golden Immortal factions had tried to take advantage