"Whether we are enemies or not will still depend on what you mean, Master."
Lu Zhenwu said, "In truth, there is one thing I have never been able to understand. I would like to ask you about it, Master."
"Oh? What is it?" Wutian's gaze stirred.
"What irreconcilable hatred is there between you, Master, and our Heavenly Court and Buddhist Sect?"
Lu Zhenwu said in confusion, "Must it really be pushed to the point where one of us dies, the fish dies and the net splits, and both sides suffer?"
"What is this brat doing, rambling on and on? Just fight and be done with it. Why so much nonsense?"
Inside the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, Xingtian snorted. At this moment, he, Gonggong, the Three Xiaos, Longji, the Seven Fairies, Taixuan, and the rest of their fighting force were standing in strict formation, ready for battle.
A Mystic Light Mirror hung in midair, transmitting the scene outside in.
"Great God, please be patient. This should be Zhenwu's stratagem to stall for time."
Yunxiao's eyes flickered as she understood Lu Zhenwu's intention and said, "In the end, we will still have to fight, but the longer he holds that demon up, the more time he can win for the Heavenly Court and the Underworld, and the greater the chance of success."
Outside the Yellow River Formation, Wutian laughed when he heard Zhenwu's question.
"Zhenwu, out of the regard I have for you, I am still willing to answer this question seriously."
Wutian said calmly, "Before you learn this answer, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"
"Buddha, you must not. You have fallen for his trick."
Giant Scorpion pondered for a moment, then grew anxious. "He seems to be using a stratagem to stall for time and