"Master Xu, you've finally shown your face. I haven't seen you once in the last half-month. There were many things I wanted to discuss with you."
SWISH!
Zhang Ling's figure tore through the air, appearing before Xu Qing in the blink of an eye. He sized Xu Qing up and then said, "But given the current situation, there's no longer any point in discussing things."
"Wouldn't you agree?"
Zhang Ling asked, looking at Xu Qing.
"Mm."
Xu Qing nodded slightly. He glanced around before his gaze slowly returned to settle on Zhang Ling. "It truly is pointless now," he said.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang Ling, did you ever expect something like this to happen?"
Xu Qing asked.
"I admit, this was rather unexpected."
Zhang Ling took a deep breath. "The eight Ancient Scripture Inheritors were supposed to be rivals. I never imagined they would actually join forces."
"What's more,"
"the combined strength of the Eight Great Vassal Kings has also exceeded my expectations."
"Next…"
