The old man cast a disdainful glance at the sedan chair and said:
"I went to all that trouble to lure it into the city and set up a Grand Array to muddle every scent on the ground, and you still failed to catch it!" "It has several divine powers. It's extremely hard to deal with," said the voice inside the sedan chair.
"You didn't try hard enough! You've been dragging your feet!" the old man roared.
"We need our strength to seal off the entire city, contend with that troublesome Grand Array, and fight human Cultivators. We've done everything we can!" said the voice inside the sedan chair.
"Hmph. I don't trust you old foxes," the old man said haughtily. "Go back and tell them I'll send someone to join forces with them." "That will give us a solid chance of success," said the voice inside the sedan chair.
"But I have one condition," the old man said.
"Let's hear it."
"When the job is done, you'll strike alongside me and wipe out the remnants of the Ruin Gate in one fell swoop!"
"That's no problem."
The matter was settled.
The old man paced away and said without looking back:
"What matters most now is finding that Flood Dragon! It's too good at hiding. I've searched for ages and still haven't found it!"
"We've been searching for a long time too," said the voice inside the sedan chair.
"Find it quickly, understand? I can barely resist the urge to kill the lot of you. Useless trash!" the old man raged.
"The search is underway. We'll have results soon," said the voice inside the sedan chair.
"That's more like it. And next time, don't bring so much garbage along to bolster your courage. Even your master would look down on