These words rang out through the forest.
Though Qing Yao and Ying Yuan tried their utmost to restrain themselves, the surging killing intent in their eyes could no longer be concealed.
The dignified East Sea Dao Venerable—what status did he possess? Yet they wanted him to step down from his carriage to meet a mortal emperor?
Under the Taihua Sect's rule, let alone a Dao Venerable personally arriving, even the master of one of its subordinate sects could decide the life and death of a nation's ruler with a single offhand remark.
A mayfly dared dream of meeting the bright moon?
Seeing that the group remained unmoved, the old Daoist with crane-white hair and a childlike face slowly spoke again.
"His Majesty is the supreme ruler personally appointed by the Three Truths Lineage. Eight dynasties have paid him tribute, and Mount Zhongnan also preserves my lord's name in its registry."
"As cultivators, you should understand the weight of this."
The old Daoist changed the subject, though his tone remained neither servile nor overbearing.
"Besides, His Majesty merely wishes to invite you. A banquet has already been prepared ten li away, where he awaits you respectfully."
"It is only a small inconvenience. I trust you would not mind?"
The old Daoist had his own calculations. Even if these three possessed some cultivation, it could not be all that high.
Otherwise, why would they have voluntarily yielded the road at the crossroads a few days ago?
What was more, from his many years of wandering the world, those who could be so leisurely and carefree in the mortal realm were usually people who had achieved little in cultivation. Which true prodigy of the Righteous Dao was not bitterly cultivating and comprehending the Dao within deep mountains and ancient temples? How could ordinary