But while Wenshu wanted to leave, Zhao Gongming had no intention of letting him go.
Having finally encountered Wenshu, one of the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals, how could Zhao Gongming let him escape so easily?
As one fled and the other pursued, they crossed countless thousands of miles in an instant, until they felt they had left the heart of the battlefield and reached its fringes.
"Zhao Gongming, don't push me too far!"
After fleeing for so long without shaking him off, Wenshu saw that he had moved far from the heart of the battlefield and ought to be somewhat safer now. He immediately turned and roared at Zhao Gongming.
"Hahahaha! Wenshu, when you lot swaggered around, throwing your weight about and running rampant, did you ever think of not pushing others too far? When you clamored and slandered us Chan Sect disciples as womb-born and egg-hatched creatures, fur-covered, horn-wearing beasts, did you ever think of not pushing others too far?"
"Now that you're in danger, you suddenly remember to ask me not to go too far?
"Haha, today I intend to bully you. What can you do about it?"
Hearing Wenshu turn back to speak, Zhao Gongming let out three wild laughs, making no effort to conceal the malice and murderous intent in his heart.
At Zhao Gongming's reply, Wenshu's face darkened further.
Though his face had darkened, Wenshu shut his mouth.
At that moment, he had no way to refute Zhao Gongming's words.
When the Chan Sect had been riding high, it had wantonly slaughtered Primordial World creatures and even plotted against disciples of the Buddhist Sect in the Western Lands. Later, realizing something was wrong, it had turned its attention back to the Chan Sect.
Through all of that, when had they ever spared a thought