Although this place is a space within the Mirage Realm and not the land of the Four Continents, Tang couldn't help but stomp his foot, seemingly wanting to test the solidity of the ground beneath him.
"Refinement of the Four Continents? What gives him the right?"
Tang didn't understand what Xiao Jing relied on to say such bold words.
After all, even at his most daring, he never considered such things.
Saying such things and drinking soup alike—refining such a large piece of the Four Continents—would leave cultivators like them without any dignity.
Zhang Ze pondered for a moment before speaking a guess, "Taoist, are you familiar with parasitic wasps?"
"I am. Those tiny creatures lay eggs inside much larger insect larvae or living beings. Once hatched... wait a moment!"
Tang suddenly realized something.
Zhang Ze's analogy was somewhat fitting.
