Zhu Yanlao

Twenty minutes earlier. →

East of Mingzhu City, on Taiyan Mountain.

Situ Shibai looked back at the flickering red light in the distance and sighed softly.

He turned to the old man before him. "I see. You lured me here, but your real target is... Zhang Ping."

"Huang Failure, spare me the act. Don't you want Zhang Ping dead?" The old man's clouded eyes seemed to see straight through Situ Shibai as he spoke with a mocking smile.

Situ Shibai did not argue. "Should I call you confident or foolish? Zhang Ping's wings have grown strong. How could stinking insects hiding in a ditch threaten an eagle soaring through the sky?"

"Huang Failure, are you warning us that Zhang Ping won't be easy to kill? True, he's grown powerful. But he isn't you. If he had half your patience, he might one day become a formidable enemy of our Sun Clan. Unfortunately, he met you," the old man said regretfully.

He struggled to his feet and sneered. "In over two hundred years, has Mingzhu City truly produced no Infinite-Tier Awakened? I doubt it. You simply got rid of them in secret. If the Sun Clan and Moon Clan hadn't happened to join forces this time, you'd probably have killed Zhang Ping already. Now he's grown strong enough that even you have to be wary of him. That's why you brought him into the open—so we'd do your dirty work and kill him!"

"Nonsense! Zhang Ping has a kind heart. One day, he'll be a pillar of Mingzhu City. I'm nurturing him!" Situ Shibai said with a frown.

The old man burst out laughing.

After a long while, he looked at Situ Shibai again. "If that's so, why aren't you hurrying back? I can't stop you."

"Zhu Yanlao, what are you