"Ninth!"
"You don't understand!"
The Dragon Race's senior Dao Origin disciple stopped laughing. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked at his junior brother, saying meaningfully, "I'm doing this for your own good!"
"All this time, we've kept our eyes on Wen Buwan, the Buddhist Path's holy maiden!"
"But we've actually overlooked He Pingsheng!"
"Now let me ask you: just who is He Pingsheng?"
Ninth froze for a moment, then immediately answered, "A dragon and phoenix among men, of course!"
"Heh, heh..." Senior Brother chuckled and shook his head. "He's far more than a dragon and phoenix among men!"
"He's an unparalleled prodigy who stands supreme across all ages!"
"Have you ever seen anyone at the same level who could rival him?"
"Hmm..." Ninth pondered for a moment. "Princess Ao Zhen, that outstanding talent of your Dragon Race, might be able to!"
"Ah..." Senior Brother shook his head. "There's no need to flatter our Dragon Race at a time like this!"
"In my view, among the teeming multitudes and countless Immortals of the Immortal Realm, only Han Houzhi and Wang Dun can rival He Pingsheng!"
"And which of those three is superior remains unknown!"
"For someone so heaven-defying, wouldn't his own fortune likely far exceed even Wen Buwan's?"
Having said that, Senior Brother sighed.
Ninth said, "I don't think he necessarily deserves such high praise from you, Senior Brother."
Zhou Yiren ignored Ninth and continued, "Back then, thirty-one Dao Origin cultivators of our Mystic Sect besieged that Buddhist bodhisattva. After she fell, did you see the Buddhist Path take any revenge?"
Ninth shook his head. "No, I didn't!"
"The Buddhist Path's strength was limited. How could they possibly retaliate against thirty-one Dao Origin cultivators?"
"Good!" Senior Brother asked again, "Then why did all thirty-one of those Dao Origin