"Senior brother, how long do you think they can last against the Master?"
Su Jing stood by the window, gazing through the night toward a place along the Zhi River.
"A Buddhist Vajra, a giant of the Devil Dao, a Daoist Celestial Master, and eldest senior brother's Spring and Autumn Haoran Qi... With a lineup like that, how much trouble can they give the Master?"
On the fourth floor of the Immortal-Inviting Tower, the lingering fragrance of the Gathering of Beauties Banquet had yet to fade.
The Third Master stood before the window with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the distant sky as it flickered between light and dark.
There, auras surged like tides, yet one towering presence bore down on everything around it like a king among mountains.
Ordinary people felt only a throb of dread, with no idea what lay behind it.
It was like looking at flowers through fog!
"The four of us know the Master better than anyone in the world."
The Third Master frowned. "Back then, if the Master hadn't been in the midst of Corpse Liberation, his strength greatly diminished, and if second senior brother hadn't had the Nine Swords... We had also spent years preparing in secret."
At this point!
Merely recalling those days made the wariness in the Third Master's eyes deepen. "Even with all that, we nearly died to the last man."
Su Jing nodded silently.
Of all the people in the world, the Master was the one he feared most.
That unfathomable feeling had stayed with him from his youth until now.
Su Jing nodded again. "The four of them..."
"I'm afraid they aren't even qualified to make the Master take them seriously."
"But today, I see things a little differently."
The Third Master turned to