When Fellow Villagers Meet

"Mm..."

Ancestor Shen Shan's whole body trembled slightly. He had only just arrived in Northern Continent and, by a stroke of luck, entered Clear Light Cave. His very life still depended on these senior brothers and sisters; how could he dare offend Shu Yu True Person?

Facing this senior brother's icy stare, he unconsciously swallowed.

Why was Jade Pool making such a fuss? It was not as though this were a bad thing.

That Grand Emperor of Void Alchemy did possess some talent, but aside from escaping alive from the hands of the Subduing Dragons and Taming Tigers Bodhisattva, there had been no other noteworthy rumors about him after he reached the third rank.

For that one feat alone, his master, Patriarch Divine Void, had even been offered up.

The claim that he was a tribulation-defying prodigy was merely Jade Pool's speculation. Yet this Senior Brother Shu Yu before them was a genuine Great Luo Immortal of sixty-six transformations, a proper, pure-blooded direct disciple of Clear Light Cave.

If he offended the other party, his days ahead would be hard to grasp.

Besides, that was a daoist ground. As long as he occupied even such a small patch of it, he would no longer be rootless duckweed in Northern Continent. From then on, he could plant his feet firmly, his prospects would brighten, and he could be said to have finally endured his way through.

He would gamble just this once. Afterward, he would stay peacefully on Sky Pagoda Mountain, turning a deaf ear to all that happened beyond his window. Whatever damned great tribulation came, it would no longer have the slightest thing to do with him.

With that thought, Ancestor Shen Shan secretly shot Jade Pool a warning glance. Gritting his teeth, he cupped his hands and said,