Blackwater Pool was no place those wild demon rogue cultivators from some backwater pond could compare to.
As for lineage and foundations, their ancestor was descended from the immortal houses of the Nine Provinces, a demon under the command of some High Person, practicing nothing but orthodox immortal arts.
It was only because the ancestor wished to keep a low profile that it had spent all these years cultivating bitterly at the bottom of the pool, in secluded training as it sought to break into the Myriad-Forms Heaven realm.
Otherwise, if the ancestor truly made a move, what business would the other factions have in these Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds?
Blackwater Pool would have ruled it long ago.
But the problem was... the ancestor could endure for all these years, but how could he, Chu Duanliu, endure it?
If he just watched with his eyes wide open and did not so much as fart, would that not make others think Blackwater Pool feared Jade Luan Manor?
Moreover... Chu Duanliu looked toward Chu Zhenshan, who had sunk into thought, and sneered inwardly.
Do not be fooled by how Chu Zhenshan put on an air of maturity and composure every day.
When it came to the viciousness buried in his bones, who in Blackwater Pool could compare with him?
If he had not been so wary of the ancestor, with Chu Zhenshan's temperament, how could he have swallowed his anger until today...
At that thought, Chu Duanliu slightly reined in his irritable aura.
He stepped half a pace forward, lowered his voice, and coaxed him patiently. "Brother, think this through carefully."
"Jade Luan Manor carving out territory to settle outsiders this time has broken the rules of all Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds. If we brothers turn a deaf