"Sima Ji, have you lost your mind?"
Granny Hua's cloudy old eyes were filled with disbelief, and her raspy voice grew even more grating as she shrieked.
"Ask the First Domain for help? Do you think we've lived too long, or do you think that black-robed gatekeeper is weaker than us and poses no threat?"
Her gaze was deeply displeased, and a reprimanding note crept into the words from her withered old mouth. "Young man, I know you've had the strength to fight above your level. But if you think you can do whatever you please in this [evolutionary origin domain], you're far too arrogant. I became a Domain Master decades before you did. Some of what I say may sound like nagging, but you need to take it to heart. It's for our own good!"
Sima Ji stood with his hands behind his back and said flatly, "Granny Hua, get to the point. This roundabout way of talking is far too inefficient."
"You..." Granny Hua choked on her words, but out of respect for Sima Ji's strength, she suppressed her anger and said earnestly, "Sima Ji, I admit you're strong. Of course, these old bones of mine aren't weak either. But so what? Compared to the First Domain, we're just slightly bigger ants!"
"The only reason Domain Masters of evolutionary sequence domains like us are still breathing, instead of having been eliminated, is that we're still useful! We can do things for the First Domain that they can't conveniently do themselves, like dealing with troublesome matters such as the Eighth Domain."
She looked toward the great river shrouded in thick fog. "Kill the Eighth Domain's Domain Master and hand its territory over intact to the First Domain. That's our task. If we can't even handle this little matter, and