"You're certainly no stranger to him."
Hearing the name from Cloudveil True Person, Shen Qingzhou nodded. "Indeed. I still remember the sight of his Foundation Establishment vividly—"
Who would have thought that, in so little time, Xu Sheng would already dare to set a trap and surround and kill a veteran Foundation Establishment cultivator like Cloud Hermit? His methods were ruthless indeed.
"His Dao Foundation is fiendishly strange and difficult to deal with."
Recalling the battle, Cloud Hermit said thoughtfully, "His Dao Foundation is called the Gold-Carriage Coffin. It belongs to the Ghost Metal Dao Lineage, and its strength is not to be underestimated."
He shook his head. "If your master hadn't had a few tricks up his sleeve, I fear I really would have fallen for his scheme this time."
Shen Qingzhou's thoughts raced.
He was not merely worried about Xu Sheng. From what he knew of the man, Xu Sheng never fought a battle without something to gain.
If Xu Sheng had gone to such lengths this time, his ambitions had to be considerable.
The Earth Spirit Sect and the All-Beings Formless Sect—if those two truly joined forces to make trouble, the Profound Heaven Sect would have a bitter cup to drink—
He felt little attachment to the Profound Heaven Sect. It was nothing but a place where cultivators were raised like venomous insects in a jar.
Quite the opposite: he hoped the chaos would only grow.
As long as the True Lords did not personally enter the fray, he might find more chances to fish in troubled waters.
After all, now that he had reached Foundation Establishment, his need for cultivation resources had grown considerably. He had to plan for himself.
Cloudveil True Person waved a hand and was about to say more when a deafening boom