As the saying went, whether there was trouble or not, running first was the wisest courtesy.
For these two fellows to have survived until today, their eye for danger was certainly no bluff.
They had failed to get the job done yet pocketed the rewards. There was no justifying that.
Daoist Randeng sneered. "Have you ever heard of anyone taking the rewards without doing the work?"
The two Demon Race Quasi-Saints' faces instantly fell, but their grips on those little bottles tightened.
"What exactly would you have us do, Fellow Daoist Ran Deng? Please speak plainly."
"We brothers would naturally do everything in our power to help you, but some things truly lie beyond our abilities. Please forgive us!"
Their meaning was clear: forget about asking them to risk their lives. If he wanted them to do something else, everything was negotiable, so long as it would not get them killed.
"Of course, of course. You both know why I descended to the mortal world this time. The Human Race's coming rise is a great matter for heaven and earth, but without enduring hardships, they cannot grow. I have come to bring them those hardships."
"The Sage's meaning is quite clear. The Human Race may flourish, but not during this period!"
Ran Deng spun a whole stream of nonsense.
Those two were merely expendable pawns anyway. He could do whatever he wanted with them.
The two Demon Race Quasi-Saints exchanged a glance. "So that is how it is. Then you mean to target that...?"
Neither spoke the name. Instead, they glanced up at the sky.
Ran Deng nodded knowingly. "Exactly. That is precisely it. This operation failed entirely because Bai Ze was far too powerful. I must say, the Demon Emperor truly has a good eye."
He felt rather wistful.