"Tsk, tsk. Even reduced to this, you're still so arrogant. Why doesn't the information I gathered match the man himself?"
Chu Xuanzhi simply rested his head on Shen Yangge's shoulder-or rather, he rested his chin on the hand he was using to grip Shen Yangge.
He was a seasoned schemer. Although both men who posed such a grave threat to him had been subdued, he did not relax in the slightest.
The oppressive sense of danger in his heart had yet to fade. Chu Xuanzhi's eyes were blind, but his mind was not. He would never truly lower his guard around the man in front of him.
"As for whether I'm worthy, that hardly seems to be your decision now."
Chu Tianyin ordered several men in Daoist robes to haul the old man away. The others who had wanted to argue immediately shut their mouths.
"You're right. They aren't true Daoists, but they all have skills. They're far more capable than Lord Shen, who looks so strange now... yet has no abilities at all."
With seeming casualness, he pointed out, "Look, your reincarnated Divine Dragon is nothing more than a fellow who can strike a handsome pose. What divine power does he have?"
"The Prayer Sacrifice was completely useless, too. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been such fierce winds, such heavy rain, and even thunder."
Most of them frowned. Their already wavering hearts grew even more uncertain, but when they realized that believing would not save their lives either, they clung once more to that pitiful scrap of faith and said to Shen Yangge:
"The Divine Dragon is Great Chu's guardian deity! His divine power must have been damaged. You conspired to harm him!"
The others nodded in agreement. Since death awaited them either way, they no longer cared.
Yet at