"I had wanted to restore the Zhengting Lineage. Even if I could not surpass you all, I at least wanted to stand on equal footing.
But the other lineages would not leave me a way to live."
Zhou Long shook his head and sighed.
"In recent years, the Zhengting Lineage's territory has been seized time and again. Now, only Dragon Court remains. In a few more years, we likely will not even be able to keep Dragon Court, and the name Zhengting Lineage will be wiped away."
"As for being cold-blooded, some of our fellow disciples in Jade Pool are colder than anyone."
Saintess Qing fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.
From a certain perspective, Zhou Long was not wrong. The eighteen lineages of Jade Pool had always competed against one another, though it was not aimed at the Zhengting Lineage alone. Survival of the fittest was the law of nature; Jade Pool needed new strength rather than clinging stubbornly to the glory of the past. As for Dragon Court, Jade Pool would not reclaim it, for it had been built by First Ancestor Huangting himself, and Queen Mother of the West would not permit it.
It could only be said that Zhou Long had panicked and grasped at straws, ultimately walking onto the crooked path.
"I'm sorry. If you must blame someone, blame me," Zhou Long said calmly.
His steps flashed like a falling meteor as he charged straight toward Saintess Qing and her group.
His fist came crashing down heavily.
He had to draw Xu Zimo's attention.
But Saintess Qing was no pushover either. As the saintess of a lineage, with vast resources supporting her, her strength was already no weaker than that of certain elders.
"Everyone, use the Tianluan Seal to aid me," Saintess