When Zhang Yu noticed that the white-robed cultivator had used the word "they" when mentioning Wei Mao and Guan Liang, he understood that, just as this man had said, neither Wei Mao nor Guan Liang was the true master. He glanced at the crimson sun behind him and vaguely guessed what this man truly was.
His gaze returned to the man as he said, "You ask why this cannot be? Then let me tell you: Celestial Xia has its various rules and procedures to judge matters within and without. Since you admit to this deed, you must naturally bear the guilt."
"Rules and procedures?"
The white-robed cultivator smiled. "I know only that pursuing the Dao comes first. Why concern oneself with anything else? Guan Liang's consciousness was crammed full of rules, and it was precisely because of those things that he was bound. Later, I helped him strip them away, leaving only his natural disposition, and he immediately rose another level in cultivation."
Zhang Yu said evenly, "I did not come here today to debate the Dao. I ask you: will you surrender?"
The white-robed cultivator smiled. "You two, this is not the Inner Layer. If you have the means, come and take me. If not, then become my sacrifice."
Daoist Zhan Kong said in a deep voice, "You have likely drifted in the void for too long and no longer know the height of heaven or the depth of earth."
As he spoke, his mana spread outward. The crimson flames all around were forced back, while a veil of qi enveloped the artifact that resembled a blazing sun.
The moment Zhang Yu saw Zhan Kong make his move, he knew that the latter intended to borrow the great momentum of heaven and earth. This was the right approach. The