As the words fell,
Monkey Mind had already drawn his gaze back from Central Province.
His expression remained calm and composed.
Yet he turned with unprecedented speed toward the ferocious great demon who had just appeared in the Dao hall, but seemed never to have left.
"Senior, what went wrong?"
The dragon-headed demon pursed his lips, as if searching for the right words. Only after a long while did he speak, slowly and with a hint of wonder at fortune's fickleness.
"At first, I had nearly persuaded the Hundred Origin Alchemy Sect's sect master."
"The Hundred Origin Alchemy Sect's path has only gone downhill over the years, growing narrower with every step."
"During the Netherworld's killing tribulation, who knows whose scheme caught their young prodigies? As if tribulation qi had clouded their minds, they insisted on making trouble for Liu Dongqing."
"They were almost wiped out. Every one of them died miserably at Mystic Yang Old Devil's hands."
"That only piled snow atop frost for the Hundred Origin Alchemy Sect."
"They must wait at least several years, perhaps more than a decade, for a new crop of prodigies to emerge before they can join the Great Dao Strife of the Golden Great Era, which will already be underway by then."
"But after such a long delay, how much time will they lose?"
"How many opportunities will others snatch away?"
"By then, it will all be too late!"
"I told them of the benefits of the Sacred-Mystic Confluence and asked to examine their true scripture."
"Just now."
"They were on the verge of agreeing."
"But no one expected a Nascent Soul Dao Lord of the Pure Yang Sword Sect to gather dragon qi from the earth veins on the northern stretch of Jian'ou Mountain to forge a sword embryo, the nascent