As a newly ascended cultivator of the Myriad-Forms Heaven Realm, Golden Thread Ancestor had spent countless years struggling through this world.
It could be said... what had he not seen in his lifetime? How could a few words of provocation possibly sway him?
As his calm voice fell, Chu Duanliu shut his mouth awkwardly.
The reasoning was indeed sound.
Had the two brothers not been greedy, scheming to swallow Wind-Listening River's territory, this matter would never have happened in the first place.
But the problem was...
Gritting his teeth, Chu Duanliu spoke again. "Ancestor, please see clearly! Though my brother and I were indeed at fault first, those outsiders never held you in their eyes at all!"
"Even at the very end, when my elder brother knew he was no match for them, he had already revealed your background, stating plainly that you were an orthodox immortal of the Nine Provinces Heavenly Court."
"Yet that female cultivator not only showed no fear whatsoever, but even after hearing your name, she still chose to strike with lethal force..."
Golden Thread Ancestor sat cross-legged upon the stone seat.
His face remained expressionless, yet his robes stirred without wind, billowing faintly.
In truth, with his status, the few years he had spent in Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds were merely an insignificant stretch upon the great path of cultivation.
Once his affairs were settled, he would ultimately leave.
The two brothers of Blackwater Pool had served beneath him for many years, running before his horse and after his carriage. Even without merit, they had endured hardship.
He had originally intended, in consideration of that bond, to bring the two demons with him when he had fully stabilized his Myriad-Forms Heaven cultivation and returned in glory to the Nine Provinces Immortal Mountains.
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