"Golden Toad True Person will be here soon. Fang Qianyuan, what will you do?"
Just as Ink Fairy was questioning Fang Qianyuan, lamps blazed as bright as daylight in a sealed underground cavern in the Southern Wilds.
The cloaked man who had once been struck by Fang Qianyuan's technique sat in a chair carved from mountain rock and murmured to himself.
"Venerable One, as far as we know, he's spent these past few days sightseeing and made no preparations. It looks as though he doesn't take Golden Toad True Person seriously at all."
A Leopard-Man covered in beast fur patterned with leopard spots, with a tail trailing behind him, delivered the report.
"Has he?" The cloaked man clicked his tongue in wonder.
He glanced around at the Warrior generals below him. Their appearances varied, but all stood silently with the same expressionless faces. In a low voice, he said, "He patiently endured people coming to his door to collect debts, handled matters gently, showed no greed for worldly power or position, and urged concessions. He even calmly accepted the sect taking back his residence as a tentative test, yet refused to yield an inch over his senior brother. This shows that he knows when to advance and retreat, and acts with discipline. He isn't touchy and flustered like ordinary youngsters, nor does he think too highly of himself."
"He understands his own strength very well and has always had confidence. He knows what matters and what doesn't. Leaving everything else aside, his judgment and temperament alone are already more than enough for him to stand on his own."
"For someone like him to react this way..."
"It seems I didn't fall victim to that technique without good reason!"
He slowly raised his right arm. On that thick, demon-like limb covered