"Kid, I'll leave this to you. I need to repair the Dragon Vein." The Heavenly Venerable spat out a mouthful of blood and casually wiped it away with his sleeve.
He cared nothing for whether Yalie and Enoch lived or died. He only wanted to repair the Dragon Vein as soon as possible.
"Not staying to watch me show off?" Old Ninth took a disgruntled drag on his cigarette and tried to keep him there. "Leave the grunt work of wrecking the formation to me. Why push yourself at your age?"
"You little bastard, you're just like your father. Would it kill you not to show off?" The Heavenly Venerable rolled his eyes at him irritably. "The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect might be a bunch of half-baked fools, but their methods are filthy."
"They tortured tens of thousands of people to death to gather resentment."
"If we destroy the formation recklessly, that resentment will settle underground. Within a hundred years, the black dragon will become an evil dragon, bringing disaster to the country and its people."
"We must dispel the resentment of these countless vengeful spirits to preserve the Dragon Vein."
An unusual light flickered in the Heavenly Venerable's clouded eyes.
He glanced at the fate chart in his palm, as though he had made a decision.
He gave a quiet instruction. "Xiao Jiu, you coming to save me means I didn't cast that divination for you in vain."
"Tell Overlord to choose a bright, gifted youth to inherit my legacy."
With that, he slowly rose and calmly brushed the dust from his clothes.
Old Ninth felt dazed for a moment.
He kept feeling as though the man was leaving his last words.
"You... don't do anything reckless." Uneasy, he warned him.
The old Daoist smiled freely. "Our Dragon Kingdom's religious