"Senior, I could agree to become a Saintess candidate, but you would have to promise me one thing."
"Oh?"
Red Flame Old Immortal, who had already given up hope, perked up at once. He waved a hand. "Name it."
"I hope you can send all of us into the Ancient Era Saint Abyss."
Though Futu Yijing was right there, Luo Li had chosen to ask Red Flame Old Immortal for help instead.
Futu Yijing understood what she was doing.
The girl had cast him as an imaginary enemy.
Red Flame Old Immortal pointed at Mu Chen, then said to Luo Li, "You're doing this for this boy, aren't you? He's actually quite decent. If he didn't possess the Futu Ancient Clan's bloodline, I would be inclined to recommend him for entry into the Tai Ling Ancient Clan."
Then, seemingly unconcerned that Futu Yijing was still beside him, Red Flame Old Immortal gloated, "Heh, I'd love to see the splendid looks on those stubborn old fellows' faces in the Futu Ancient Clan when he advances to Heavenly Sovereign. Haha! Those old fossils spend all day saying our Tai Ling Ancient Clan disregards ancestral teachings and debases its noble bloodline. What pedantic fools!"
The corner of Futu Yijing's mouth twitched.
"I'm still standing right here. Besides, our Art requires our clan's bloodline to unleash its proper power. The purer the bloodline, the greater the power. Isn't your Tai Ling Ancient Clan searching everywhere for a Saintess precisely because your own people aren't good enough?"
"You!!" Red Flame Old Immortal bristled, his beard quivering and his eyes glaring. Clearly, Futu Yijing's last remark had infuriated him.
With two Heavenly Sovereigns bickering before them, Mu Chen and the others could only feel helpless.
"Senior, when are we leaving for the Ancient Era Saint Abyss?"