"Whether True Martial Sacred Sect exists or not, I have no need to fear you," Xu Zimo said with a shake of his head and a smile.
"Your name has now spread throughout the entire Sheng Hua Domain," the old man said with a smile.
"I heard you destroyed Jue Tian Sect."
"Then tell me, between Buddha Kingdom, your Fan Family, and Jue Tian Sect, which is stronger?" Xu Zimo asked as he jumped down from the Dark Sky Tiger.
He walked step by step toward the pavilion.
"Hard to say," the old man said after a moment of silence, shaking his head.
A fine drizzle fell outside.
Willow trees stood along both sides of the path, crystalline droplets slowly sliding from their emerald leaves.
As Xu Zimo entered the pavilion, the woman's zither music came to an abrupt stop.
She lifted her head and looked at Xu Zimo with bright, piercing eyes.
"It may be hard for you to say," Xu Zimo said with a faint smile.
"But for me, there is no difference.
They are all mere ants."
"Your words are somewhat grand, Young Master," the old man said calmly, without anger.
"Yet I also believe you possess the confidence to say them."
"Enough, stop beating around the bush," Xu Zimo replied, waving his hand.
"What do you want from me?"
"Young Master killed the Holy Buddha Son of our Fan Family. Buddha Kingdom is greatly enraged over this matter," the old man said.
"And then?" Xu Zimo asked indifferently.
"Our Fan Family originally had an opportunity to enter the Sealing God Ruins," the old man said, staring at Xu Zimo and enunciating each word.
"That opportunity was originally reserved for the Holy Buddha Son.
Now that he is dead!"
"So you want to give that opportunity to