"Very well."
"Since Senior Disciple Brother has spoken, I, Zhao Gongming, will make a trip to Peach Mountain."
"If Haotian keeps to the rules, I'll simply watch."
"If he has no shame, then I'll let him know that the outer sect of the Jie Teachings is no mere decoration."
Qin Mu smiled.
"Junior brother is quite straightforward."
Zhao Gongming snorted.
"The Western Heavenly Court has looked more and more like something these past years, and less and less like something too."
"They keep mouthing Heavenly Law, yet all they know is how to use lower-realm beings to establish their might."
"In Yao Ji's matter, Haotian went too far to begin with."
"And now he wants to suppress a son for saving his mother."
"If this were among the Human Race, people would point at his backbone until it snapped."
Qin Mu lifted his teacup.
"That is why Yang Jian cannot lose this battle."
Zhao Gongming refilled Qin Mu's Spirit Tea.
The fragrance of tea rose, yet the atmosphere in the cave gained a few more traces of killing chill.
"Senior Disciple Brother, with Yang Jian going to Buzhou Mountain, you're not worried?"
"The Remnant of Buzhou Mountain is no kind place."
"The resentment of the Wu and Demon, Pangu's lingering might, the killing intent of old."
"If a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal enters, the slightest carelessness and the Killing Intent will tear his Primordial Spirit apart."
Qin Mu said, "If he can't even make it through the Remnant of Buzhou Mountain, then he has no right to split Peach Mountain."
Zhao Gongming was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"Senior Disciple Brother, those words are ruthless enough."
"But true enough."
"That boy Yang Jian has fire in his eyes. If he isn't tempered against something harder, he'll sooner