"Make this performance even bigger?"
The tipsiness vanished completely from Sect Master Tongtian's face. Looking at Qin Mu's meaningful smile, he could not quite wrap his mind around it.
Whenever Tongtian acted, wherever his sword pointed, nothing could stand in his way.
He favored the direct approach: if someone refused to submit, he would beat them until they did.
Putting on a performance?
He was decidedly unfamiliar with that sort of maneuver.
"Mu'er, what do you mean?" Sect Master Tongtian frowned. Impatient by nature, he asked outright, "How do we make it bigger? Are we really going to sit here and wait for those old monsters from the former era to come knocking one after another?"
Qin Mu shook his head and walked to the center of the hall, standing with his hands behind his back. His gaze seemed to pierce the vaulted ceiling of Biyou Palace and take in the flow of fortune throughout the entire Primordial World.
"Master, the Primordial Heavenly Demon's scheme may seem sinister, but it has also handed us an opportunity as vast as the heavens."
Qin Mu's voice was steady and powerful, slowly reverberating through the hall.
"Our Interception Sect's prestige may be flourishing, but our foundation remains confined to this one corner of Penglai in the East Sea. Though I oversee the Underworld, the fortune of reincarnation there is ultimately separate from the Interception Sect and cannot fully merge with our sect's fortune."
"Master, you and Junior Brother Duobao are both Primordial Saints now, but I fear the Interception Sect's current fortune is insufficient to support you both in advancing further along the Great Dao of Saints."
Those words struck straight at Sect Master Tongtian's heart.
His brow furrowed even more deeply.
It was indeed so.
At their level, ordinary breathing exercises, cultivation,