Gazing at the ancient Dao tome floating before him, the Old Devil Ancestor's heart was filled with longing, yet he did not accept it at once.
Having cultivated to this point, he naturally understood that every choice came with its own price.
The fragment of immortal art was genuine enough, but for Zhuang Xuanji to produce it at such a critical juncture, he had to carefully weigh whether he could bear the weight of this gift.
"One does not accept reward without merit. Command Lord Zhuang, you would do well to make yourself clear. What exactly do you want this old man to do?"
the Old Devil Ancestor asked in a low voice.
The Confluence Faction Old Ancestor on the other side also turned his gaze over at this moment, equally curious as to what Zhuang Xuanji was plotting.
Yet her answer once again greatly surprised the two of them.
"Neither of you need worry, Seniors. This is merely a small token from your junior. As for my purpose, there naturally is one, but it is not to force you two Seniors into some impossible task of using your arms to block a chariot. I merely hope that you two Seniors will stand by and watch from the sidelines, and do nothing."
"Do nothing?"
Zhuang Xuanji's words sounded rather strange, but after giving them some thought and turning them over in their minds, these two old foxes who had lived for more than two thousand years understood the trick behind them.
They could not guarantee anything else, but when it came to watching the flames burn from across the river, there was nothing they were better at.
"Command Lord Zhuang, what fine methods you have. In that case, this old man shall not stand on ceremony."
With that, the Old