Guifang Kingdom, atop the remnants of the Ancestral Temple.
"Is it just a coincidence?"
Gazing intently in the direction of the battle between Huo Ji and the Celestial Erosion Monarch.
Wuzhiqi pondered for a moment, then looked at the fully unfurled Map of Mountains and Rivers.
"And this bait, daring to consider me a fish, aren't you afraid I might just swallow the bait whole?"
Slowly withdrawing his gaze, Wuzhiqi, bathing in the storm, quickly turned his attention to a place not far ahead.
"Rain Master, there has been no enmity between us, why go to such lengths?"
"The Tufang Clan is but a crazed god; even if I don't kill him, a Yin Spirit would naturally come to eliminate such a scourge."
"You are a Water God, and among them, a Rain God—this flood benefits you greatly."
"If you continue to entangle with me like this, don't blame me for being merciless!"
Wuzhiqi's voice remained calm.
