By the pond.
White-Scaled Demon Lord, utterly languid from head to toe, lifted the gourd in his hand and took a swig of spirit wine.
Only then did he say blandly, "Don't even mention it. Last time, I listened to you and made a trip to Mount Yuanji. I nearly left my life in there."
"And now you want to get involved in the war between the Two Realms? Mu Qingzi, you finally went through corpse liberation and rebuilt your cultivation. Do you think your life is too long?"
As his words fell.
Mu Qingzi stood with his hands behind his back, his weathered face gazing into the distance. After pondering for a long while, he said:
"At any rate, I cultivated in the Mortal Realm for so many years. Though I always lived under Emperor Qing's shadow, it would have been one thing had I never encountered such an era-changing event. But now that I have, I cannot simply stand by with my hands tucked into my sleeves."
Hearing this, White-Scaled Demon Lord set down his fishing rod before turning back to him. "Do you know why I was willing to work with you?"
"Because even after you left the Azure Origin Sect and switched to the demonic path, you never committed an act of betrayal against humankind."
"Since those old fellows from the Blood Abyss Realm want to stir up trouble, the two of us will have to make a trip as well."
"Not to mention anything else, the bloodline foundation of our Demon Race is still in the Beast Cry Mountain Range. I cannot simply ignore it."
Mu Qingzi slowly nodded, then seemed to recall something. "Then the Sage Ancestor of the Six Paths suppressed beneath Mount Yuanji—could she..."
"Don't worry. It is merely a fragment of