An Old Friend Went Forth with Sword in Arms, Cutting Down All the Spring Wind, Yet Would Not Return

"Rather than saying those two are currying favor!"

"It would be more accurate to say... perhaps our master, the Dao Ancestor, has already cast us aside."

Tongtian spoke with an inscrutable expression.

His voice carried helplessness, along with a deep trace of melancholy.

At his words, Gu Changqing, who had appeared to be standing aloof as though none of this concerned him, suddenly let out a strange laugh.

But he said nothing, merely continuing to savor the fine wine in his hand with leisurely contentment.

Nuwa, meanwhile, froze, confusion appearing on her face.

"Cast us aside?!"

"Senior Brother Tongtian, what do you mean?!"

Nuwa instinctively asked.

Hearing this, the bitter smile on Tongtian's face deepened.

"Heh... Junior Sister Nuwa, consider this. In the past, we all cultivated under our master, the Dao Ancestor, and received his supreme teachings of the immortal path."

"But now, the Dao Ancestor no longer pays us any heed. Instead, he devotes himself entirely to strengthening Laozi and Yuanshi, our two... elder brothers."

"In my view, this is nothing more than a move against my Interception Sect."

As he spoke, Tongtian cast an unobtrusive glance at Gu Changqing beside him.

Calling it a move against the Interception Sect was already putting it very politely.

To put it plainly, Hongjun was targeting Gu Changqing himself.

After a pause, Tongtian continued:

"We who were once the Six Sages of the Profound Gate..."

"Have now... split into two opposing camps."

Tongtian, who had always been decisive in slaughter, fierce and domineering, now wore an expression full of wistful reflection.

Clearly, he had realized that if things continued this way, his relations with Laozi and Yuanshi would inevitably deteriorate further.

It left him with tangled feelings.

But there was no doubt that if, one day, Laozi, Yuanshi, and the others