Moon Spirit of the Great Sun Celestial Pool openly admitted, in a tone of great pride, how she had put the Great Sun Sword Heir in danger. She even looked as though she was waiting to be praised.
"Bitch!"
"You damned bitch!"
Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord flew into a rage. "I knew long ago you were no good. You were like this thousands of years ago, and now you've shown your true colors."
"I'll kill you sooner or later!"
Thousands of years ago, when Chong Guangzi was surrounded and attacked by the Dao Children of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, Sun Slayer Heavenly Lord had still been Sun Slayer True Lord. He had joined that generation's Immortal Sect Dao Children in the attack and had been lucky to survive their defeat.
The two had a bitter grudge stretching back millennia.
"Little Sun Slayer mouse, spare me your big talk."
"You don't understand a thing."
Moon Spirit of the Great Sun Celestial Pool said disdainfully, "Battle and slaughter—especially a life-and-death fight against a powerful foe—are nourishment beyond price to a sword heir."
"Even heaven-and-earth elixirs, heaven-defying opportunities, treasures of the void, and treasures of Dao Integration are dung beside a bloody battle with a powerful foe."
"When the Great Sun Sword Pavilion still stood, a million sword cultivators would have beaten each other's brains out for such a chance... And even then, they wouldn't have gotten it. They weren't qualified."
"For a sword cultivator, the stairway to immortality lies in one life-and-death bloodbath after another against powerful foes!"
As she spoke, each point followed the last. She had the bearing of a grandmaster of the sword, and an air that inspired trust and reverence arose naturally about her.
In fact, what she said was true.
Moon Spirit of the Great Sun