The Scruffy Old Man's aura weakened, and the High Priest naturally sensed it. He continued, "I understand why you have come, Heavenly Venerable, but there is something I must say."
"What?" the Scruffy Old Man asked.
"A master should impart the Dao, not handle too many things for his disciple. Never mind that he has already obtained cultivation techniques unparalleled through the ages-with the Five Directional Banners and the Dao Evolution Sword in his hands, even a cultivator of ordinary talent could roam the world unchallenged, provided he devoted himself to understanding and using them properly. If everything goes so smoothly for him, can he truly defeat his opponent?"
"I know little about the other one, but I do know that he has struggled and grown in the Abyss. Leaving everything else aside, his strength of mind and perseverance are already far beyond your disciple's. I can say with certainty that if this continues, Pangu will lose this wager."
The Scruffy Old Man fell silent. The High Priest's words were not without reason, and he knew it. He simply could never bring himself to let go. After all, if anything happened to Lu Feng, many things truly would spiral beyond control.
"I know what worries you. If he dies, the consequences will be beyond remedy. But if this continues, even if he survives, he is certain to lose. The outcome will be no different. You might as well untie his hands and let him grow on his own. Only then will he have a chance."
The Scruffy Old Man's brows knitted tightly. "Letting him grow does not mean sending him to his death. Take this situation-you have taken his Five Elements Banners and Dao Evolution Sword. Though his talent is extraordinary, facing several thousand members of the Witch Clan alone