"Senior Brother, it's been a while. I trust you've been well?"
From the distance,
a deep, sonorous voice called out,
its tone seeming to hold concern, yet faintly tinged with a sarcastic ambiguity.
"I'm fine. No need for you to worry, Junior Brother."
Hearing that voice,
Master Wandering Dragon's expression remained unchanged and his voice was cold, but his gaze had already locked onto the newcomer.
"I hear the Immortal Sect is preparing to move against the Celestial Demon Sect. If you have nothing better to do, Junior Brother, why not take a trip to the Western Celestial Domain? Slay a few of those Demon Cultivator whelps. It would be good to relieve some pressure for our fellow Sect members."
"It's just that your strength is lacking, Junior Brother. You must be careful on the battlefield. Don't make it so the next time I see you, you're just a pile of dirt, forever separated from the living."
