"Me? No way, I'm not going! The new Shao Yang True Monarch carries immense karma. How could I possibly go looking for that kind of trouble!"
The white-haired, white-bearded old man jumped three feet in the air at the words, shouting furiously,
"The Sect Leader must find me too noisy and is looking for an excuse to send me to my death!"
The True Monarch Lu made a Daoist salute, her tone faint.
"You jest, Lord Drum. You are an object that suppresses the sect's karmic fortune—of the utmost importance. We cannot afford to lose you."
"Even if I were to be sacrificed, we would never abandon you, Lord Drum."
Hearing this, the old man's expression softened slightly, but he still sounded reluctant.
"Welcoming a Daoist is such a momentous occasion. Isn't it a bit of a farce to send a Magical Treasure to do the job?"
"Are you sure there isn't a trap in this? Could True Monarch Lu be in cahoots with Qin Baiyu to trick me?!"
