"Zhao Qian, you really are hard to kill."
In the open square before Listening Wind Tower, a gaunt old Daoist looked admiringly at a man ahead of him, half his skin and flesh peeled away.
This man was, of course, Zhao Qian, the current sect master of the Azure Profound Sect.
Compared with his former self, however, the Zhao Qian before him was much leaner. Not a trace of his old slipperiness remained in his eyes, only resolve and icy severity.
The only things unchanged were the stubble covering his face and his tattered Dharma Robe.
The old Daoist continued:
"The current Seven Peak Lords of the Azure Profound Sect are quite good, too. They actually managed to wound all seven of my Ghost Servants at once and break my Ghost Domain."
As he spoke, greed filled the old Daoist's eyes:
"Once I make you and those Seven Peak Lords my Ghost Servants, when that Ghost Domain from Beyond the Domain fully descends, I will surely attain a Dao Fruit."
Zhao Qian propped his longsword against the ground and looked coldly at the old Daoist:
"Yuyangzi, by borrowing power from Beyond the Domain, your Dao will certainly never be tolerated by Shangqing's Edict."
At this, Yuyangzi threw back his head and laughed wildly:
"Zhao Qian, oh, Zhao Qian. You've spent nearly a jiazi in this Ghost Domain. Have you still not noticed?"
Yuyangzi let the smile fade from his face and said, his eyes icy:
"When that Ghost Domain from Beyond the Domain fully descends, it won't just devour the cultivators of this world, but Shangqing's Heavenly Dao Edict as well!"
Zhao Qian seemed to have heard this argument long ago and remained wholly unmoved.
He merely raised the longsword in his hand slowly, then looked at Yuyangzi with a