"Do you recognize me?"
Gu Yuan's Divine Thought surged, but he did not immediately take action.
It was his first encounter with a Demonic Golden Core, and he was somewhat curious.
"In the vast South Mountain Domain, few have formed a core in recent years. The Ascendant's Golden Core ceremony was heard for miles; naturally, I too have heard of it."
Zong Feibai smiled, seemingly well-informed about Gu Yuan.
"Since you know, do you dare slaughter under my rule, or do you find my sword lacking?!"
Gu Yuan lifted his eyes slightly and asked coldly.
Zong Feibai pulled a wicked smile: "You misunderstand, Fellow Daoist. I did not harm even a hair in Celestial Capital City of Yanghua Country, nor any descendant of Master Yanghua."
"I merely borrowed some mortals to cultivate my techniques."
"We Golden Cores have long surpassed the mundane. Mortals are ants, thousands within mere decades, nothing but harvested leeks. Why pursue relentlessly?"
