Golden Thread Ancestor burst through the pool water and fled wildly toward the outside.
Yet before he had gone far, he sensed the sharp aura behind him drawing ever closer.
His face twitched slightly, and a trace of anger flashed through his heart.
Why was this girl so incapable of seeing reason? Did she truly think that his temporary retreat meant he was afraid of her?!
At that thought.
He turned around indignantly and looked at the girl, saying earnestly, "Listen to this old man's advice. Though your talent is remarkable, you are ultimately young and hot-blooded, ignorant of the height of heaven and the depth of earth."
"The secret art you used just now—I could tell it must have consumed something beyond measure. How long can you sustain it now? One incense stick's time? Or half an incense stick?"
"If you insist on fighting this old man to the death over a moment of rashness, once your secret art is exhausted, it will be too late for regrets."
He paused, then continued to advise her, "The fact that you possess such means is enough to show that you have an extraordinary backing."
"But do not think that relying on that background means you can act without restraint."
"Cultivation is not merely about fighting and killing... How about this? This old man will no longer pursue the matter of Blackwater Pool. Even the Incense-Fire Power of this place may be given to you as well. Let us stop here. This old man will return to Azure Mystic Mountain, and you will return to Wind-Listening River. From this day onward, we shall have nothing to do with one another. How does that sound?"
As his words fell.
Golden Thread Ancestor halted and quietly gazed at the girl before him, awaiting her