The person approaching them was Elder Samsara, now the Dao Clan's Saint Son, Dao Tianyun.
"Saint Son Xu, long time no see," Elder Samsara said with a smile.
"Is there something you need?" Xu Zimo asked calmly.
"It's truly a pity that you aren't participating in this Heavenly Martial Convention. Miss Baili had originally wanted to meet you there," Elder Samsara said, shaking his head.
"So eager to court death?" Xu Zimo said.
"That remains to be seen," Elder Samsara replied, his gaze blazing.
"Have you always been this confident?"
Xu Zimo looked at Elder Samsara, seized him by the collar, and lifted him up.
"Do you want to die that badly?"
"If Young Master Xu wanted to kill me, you would have done so long ago, wouldn't you?" Elder Samsara said with a smile.
"What do you think would happen if I slaughtered the Dao Clan?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You were born there. I wonder whether you still have any feelings for the people there."
"This is a matter between us. Don't drag others into it," Elder Samsara said, his expression changing slightly.
"You're anxious," Xu Zimo said with a smile, releasing his collar.
"I merely came to deliver a message," Elder Samsara said after calming himself.
"After the Heavenly Martial Convention, Miss Baili wishes to challenge you to a battle. Do you dare accept?"
"A battle, regardless of life or death?" Xu Zimo asked.
"No, merely a simple spar," Elder Samsara said.
"Then it's meaningless," Xu Zimo said, waving a hand.
He ignored Elder Samsara and walked straight toward Baili City.
Baili City was now incomparably lively. People watched the matches with great interest while discussing and judging them among themselves.
These people all represented the future of the Eastern Continent.
On a smaller scale, this was a