The Longevity Daoist pondered for a while in the secret chamber. He was somewhat surprised that the Demon God had come in person to deliver the message.
Xuan Yuanjun wanted me to go too?
Was it about breaking the formation?
As the Blood God, I am not particularly skilled with formations. Going there probably would not be much help.
As for the blood jade, given this identity of mine, I really cannot refuse it.
I was the one who asked the Divine Beast Clan to store it back then, though that was merely a means of misleading outsiders.
I might not necessarily need it.
Still, if Xuan Yuanjun really wants to hand that blood jade over to me, I have no reason not to accept it.
Whatever the reason, I have no choice but to go this time. I must at least give the Demon God that much face.
Just then, he noticed that Zuo Qiu Yi had opened his eyes and was staring at him.
"Does it leave a bitter taste in your mouth?" Seeing Zuo Qiu Yi's expression, the Longevity Daoist could not help laughing. "Even at a time like this, Xuan Yuanjun and the others are still sending this old man fine gifts. Tell me, shouldn't this old man laugh to his heart's content?"
Zuo Qiu Yi snorted coldly without answering.
"What a pity. You alone know this old man's identity, while Xuan Yuanjun and the others still foolishly believe this old man is the Blood God," the Longevity Daoist continued. "You can't accept it, can you? Yet you can only watch helplessly as it all unfolds. Stop struggling. As long as you cooperate with this old man, this old man can give you a quick death."
"Do you think I would cooperate with you?" Zuo Qiu