"Ancestor... sob... sob..."
The gray-bearded old man clung to Blood River King's leg and wailed, tears and snot streaming together as he held on with all his might, refusing to let go no matter what. He even soaked Blood River King's blood-red robe.
"Alas!"
Jiang Ding sighed and let the little fellow weep his heart out.
Contrary to what most people imagined, the Mountain-Quelling Sect, a Blood Dao demonic sect in all but name, was quite warm within—at least in matters of master and disciple. There was none of that mutual deception, your schemes against me and mine against you, and internal strife was exceedingly rare. They were master and father alike, disciple and son alike.
That sort of demonic sect rife with internal intrigue was common enough in realms where the human race flourished. It did little harm.
But in the Horn Nether Domain, if such internal strife, master-disciple scheming, and distrust still existed, that sect would have long since perished. There was no room whatsoever for strategic cushioning; one wrong step meant death.
For the Mountain-Quelling Sect to have come this far, giving birth to a Spirit Transformation Heavenly Lord amid the treacherous Horn Nether Domain, was nothing short of a miracle. Naturally, its internal foundations had been built exceptionally well.
Blood River King's master had once treated him as his own son, and Blood River King in turn treated his disciples as sons. His disciples did the same for theirs... This legacy had been passed down generation after generation. Hardstone True Lord's master had treated him thus, and he had likewise treated the master of Purple Stone True Person, the current Supreme Elder.
That was why, the instant he saw Blood River King, Hardstone True Lord lost control so completely. His emotions burst forth all at once,