"Yunzhou Continent is a fine place. I will naturally travel there someday..."
After speaking words that left Tian Yin deeply uneasy, Fang Qing looked toward the Shang Clan's patriarch again. "Daoist friend, it has been a long time."
"Not at all, not at all. When this old man was defeated by you back then, I knew you were no ordinary person..."
The Shang Clan patriarch's aged face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
"Indeed... The late Grand Palace Mistress once invited you to join us, Senior. It is only a pity that our Water-Moon Palace was too lacking in fortune..."
The Water-Moon Palace Mistress was equally regretful. Only now did she have no choice but to admit that, compared to the late Grand Palace Mistress, she had lacked a little foresight and decisiveness.
These women failed to recruit me back then, then even plotted against me.
Fang Qing's heart stirred, and he turned to look at the holy monk from Thunderclap Temple.
"This little monk greets Senior..."
The holy monk, who resembled Maitreya Buddha, pressed his palms together. His heart instantly turned cold, and he felt a sweetness in his mouth, as though he could smell blood at the tip of his nose.
"Impossible... Though there were plans back then, this man rose too quickly. Before we could truly act, he vanished without a trace. He could not possibly have discovered any clues..."
He gritted his teeth. His entire body seemed as though it had been fished out of ice, and even his breathing became heavier.
To other Great Cultivators, this was simply like a thunderclap exploding in their ears. "Ha ha... What a monk."
Fang Qing smiled but said no more. "Mm... Looking at you, dark clouds are pressing overhead and bloodfiend calamity hangs over your brow. I fear you will