What did it have to do with me?
Those simple words left Saint Lord Fuyao and Holy Lord Huang Quan rooted to the spot.
What did he mean, what did it have to do with him!?
The Nine Heavens Sacred Ground had raised and nurtured him, sparing no effort to bring him this far. Now that it faced imminent destruction and needed him to act, how could he have the nerve to say that?
Anger surged within Saint Lord Fuyao.
But when he saw the utterly indifferent, emotionless eyes of the Black-Robed Man before him, he ultimately did not dare lash out.
He could only say, "Wuliang! You are the Nine Heavens Sacred Ground's greatest trump card. To help you attain the Dao, the Holy Lord provided you with every resource, ordered that nothing disturb your cultivation, and gave you the most lenient treatment. Now that the sect is in danger, how can you stand idly by?"
"So, since the Holy Lord ordered that none of you disturb me, you are now interfering with my cultivation."
Immortal Lord Wuliang looked at Saint Lord Fuyao without sorrow or joy. His gaze held less regard than one would show a servant; it was as though he were looking at weeds by the roadside. "What do you think you are, daring to order me around?"
"You..."
That almost dismissive attitude made Saint Lord Fuyao burn with anger, until he could barely contain it. "The Holy Lord did indeed tell us not to disturb you unless it was important. But now the sacred ground faces a tremendous crisis, and someone is about to attack our gates, yet you remain unmoved? Have you ever felt the slightest gratitude for all the preferential treatment the sacred ground has given you?"
"Gratitude? You are mistaken."
Immortal Lord