The Zhongzhou Sect and the Green Mountain Sect had competed for leadership of the orthodox path for many years, so naturally they paid close attention to each other's cultivation methods. The old man knew the aura of the Green Mountain Sword Style very well, so when Jing Jiu rode his sword up through the pool, he recognized him as one of the Green Mountain disciples at a glance. With a little thought, he deduced Jing Jiu's identity.
"The Green Mountain Sect actually sent someone to meet the Nether Emperor in secret. Are you seeking collusion with the Nether Department?"
The old man sneered. "Of course. That scourge colluded with them back then, too. You could call it a Green Mountain Sect tradition."
No cultivator could bear the charge of colluding with the Nether Department.
Jing Jiu had not intended to say anything more, but after a moment's silence, he said, "I'm not Zhuo Rusui. You had better confirm that."
The old man said expressionlessly, "I don't care who you are. All I know is that you're one of the Green Mountain disciples, and secretly meeting the Nether Emperor is a capital offense, even if you escape. Tell me why you came here and what you've done, and I can refrain from eating you. I can even let you live quite comfortably in the Demon-Suppressing Prison."
Under no circumstances could he let Jing Jiu leave the Demon-Suppressing Prison, but he had, after all, offered terms, and terms meant negotiation-the Azure Dragon was the Zhongzhou Sect's Sect-Guarding Divine Beast, exalted above all, yet he was actually willing to negotiate with a young disciple from another sect. It had to be said that Jing Jiu's Netherworld Immortal Sword truly posed something of a problem for him.
But Jing Jiu would not agree to