"Three hundred years ago, the Jade Soul Race and Yaksha Race launched a massive assault on the border. Do you still remember that?" Venerable Golden Swan leisurely lifted a cup of spirit tea, took a slow sip, then leaned back, savoring its sweet fragrance.
He was quite satisfied with Venerable Ziyu's reaction.
What he feared was that the other man would be some reckless fool who feared nothing.
After all, the Soul-Destroying Saint Lord had yet to emerge from seclusion.
Some people even hoped the Soul-Destroying Saint Lord would never emerge from seclusion.
"Were they that group from back then?" Venerable Ziyu knew of that incident, and he immediately understood.
"Fellow Daoist Haochen of Qixuan Valley was one of those heroes. Therefore, Lord Saint does not wish to see anything happen to Qixuan Valley. To put it another way, Lord Saint even owes Qixuan Valley a favor. So you understand what I mean, yes?" Venerable Golden Swan spoke again.
His gaze was not sharp, and his tone was gentle.
Yet to Venerable Ziyu's ears, his words exploded like thunder.
Venerable Ziyu had learned that the Soul-Destroying Saint Lord was attempting to break through to the Mahayana Realm. If he succeeded, he would become the third ninth-rank existence among the human race.
If something truly happened to Qixuan Valley, that man might indeed turn his blade upon the Heavenly Sea Sect and Venerable Ziyu.
At that point, let alone killing Void Refinement cultivators—even killing Body Integration cultivators would not be much of a matter.
The more he thought of it, the less Venerable Ziyu could remain composed.
What happened today was simply beyond his control.
He moved another step to the side, sat opposite Venerable Fuyuan, and lowered his head to take a sip of tea.
"This matter truly must be