Azure Bottle Continent. Atop Southern Mountain Peak, outside the Mountain God’s shrine, a temporary and rough construction resembling a military encampment had been erected. Great Li civil and military secretaries, along with vassal states’ military generals, flowed through the area, their footsteps hurried. Each person wore a jade pendant, temporarily regarded as a pass, modeled after the Old Dragon Rain-Summoning Jade from the Fu family of Old Dragon City.

In a relatively secluded area, four individuals, old and young, leaned on a railing, gazing towards the southern battlefield. All hailed from the Central Earth Divine Continent. One of the elders, clutching two military strategist’s “armor pills” in his hand, gently rotated them, much like a petty kingdom’s warrior toying with iron balls. He picked up the Rain-Summoning Jade and chuckled, “Good Embroidered Tiger, adept at earning money, saving money, and spending money. Old Jiang, have you learned how to save money? Within and without the Great Li battlefield, according to our rough calculations, there were about three thousand six hundred matters, large and small, with earning and spending dominating. The way of saving money only amounted to two hundred and seventy-three instances. These small matters, like this jade pendant, are where the Embroidered Tiger’s true skill lies. In the future, when you, Old Jiang, are teaching at the Ancestral Mountain, you can emphasize this point.”

The other elder, referred to as “Old Jiang,” wore coarse linen clothes and had a small fish basket at his waist. He nodded and then looked at the layers upon layers of dense formations on the distant battlefield, and sighed, “Offense has established formations, defense has seated positions, crisscrossing and well-arranged, all in accordance with military principles. Moreover, there are matters of national talent cultivation and alliances beyond the military texts but within the art of war. Familiar traces can be seen in all of these, with clear veins. It seems the Embroidered Tiger highly admires Brother Wei. No wonder it’s said that during the Embroidered Tiger’s travels in his youth, he repeatedly wore out three books, one of which was Brother Wei’s military text.”

The elder, surnamed Wei, stroked his beard and smiled, “The other two books are slightly superfluous, probably just garnishes, like two side dishes for wine. My military text is the true fine wine.”

It wasn’t that this elder cultivator from the Central Earth couldn’t handle praise. In fact, the elder surnamed Wei had received enough accolades in his life, both in books and in reality.

The elder sincerely added, “I used to think that Cui Chan, this young lad, was too clever, with a deep city. His true skills lay only in self-cultivation and academic pursuits, enough to be a Deputy Head of the Confucian Temple. But when it comes to matters outside of military strategy, involving real combat, it’s likely to be mere theoretical discussion. Now it seems that I underestimated the Embroidered Tiger’s ability to govern the country and pacify the world. So, the Embroidered Tiger of the Azure Continent does indeed have heaven-reaching abilities. Very good.”

Both elders were from the ancestral home of military strategists in the Central Earth Divine Continent. According to the rules, they were the superiors of the Wind and Snow Temple and the True Martial Mountain. That Ancestral Mountain, which had a great relationship with martial fortune and deep origins, was the true orthodox location for all military strategists. And the elders, one surnamed Jiang and one surnamed Wei, were of course the undisputed founding ancestors of the military strategists. However, Jiang and Wei could only be considered middle-era founding masters of the two military families. After all, the old almanac of the military strategists had many blank pages.

Beside the two elders were a young man and a young woman. One was Xu Bai, who, due to his proficiency in chess, had the nicknames “Young Jiang Taigong” and “Xu Xian.”

The other was a beautiful maiden named Chunqing, wearing a densely woven bamboo silk green robe. She had a single ponytail that went over her shoulder, hanging in front of her. At her waist hung a bamboo knife and bamboo sword. Chunqing came from the Bamboo Sea Grotto Heaven and was the only direct disciple of Madam Green God Mountain, both her first and last disciple.

Xu Bai softly asked, “Down and up the mountain on Azure Bottle Continent, everything is orderly, can people’s hearts really be used to this extent? We traveled all the way from north to south, even taking a special detour along the coast for thousands of miles. It seems there aren’t even a few cultivators trying to flee Azure Bottle Continent. Isn’t that strange? Not to mention Willow Leaf Continent, even Ascending Firmament Continent and Golden Armor Continent, which are considered daring and willing to fight, mountain cultivators are far from achieving this exaggerated state. Many roaming cultivators are leaving the continent in groups.”

The elder surnamed Jiang smiled and said, “The reason is simple. Azure Bottle Continent cultivators dare not, cannot, and are unwilling. Dare not, because the Great Li laws are strict, and the existence of the major coastal defense lines is itself a deterrent. The heads of mountain immortals are no more numerous than those of worldly scholars. Abandoning one’s post without asking will result in death. That is the current rule of Great Li. Cannot, because local vassal dynasties, water and mountain deities, along with their ancestral halls and wild cultivators who provide information, are all watching each other, and no one wants to be implicated. Unwilling, because this battle in Azure Bottle Continent is destined to be more tragic than the three continents’ battles, but it can still be fought. Even naive children in rural schools and idle ruffians in the city don’t think Great Li, or rather Azure Bottle Continent, will definitely lose this battle.”

Xu Bai looked at a battlefield on the ground and found a general clad in iron armor. He softly asked, “He is already of the highest rank among Great Li military generals, does he still have to die? Is it this person’s own will, or must the Embroidered Tiger have him die as a model for the Great Li border army, to appease the hearts of the vassal states after the war?”

The elder surnamed Jiang smiled slightly, “Which military general of the Great Li border army didn’t rise from a pile of corpses? From Song Changjing to Su Gaoshan and Cao Ping, they are all the same. If once one gets a large official hat, they become unwilling to die, and their lives become too valuable to lose, then the Great Li iron cavalry wouldn’t be so strong. Xu Bai, have you thought about this? The Great Li Pillar of State can be inherited in perpetuity, and in the future, it will increasingly become a civil official title. Then, what about the position of Inspecting Envoy, the highest rank for military generals? The Great Li emperor has never mentioned this, naturally because National Preceptor Cui Chan has never brought it up. Why? Of course, it is because only when an Inspecting Envoy, perhaps Su Gaoshan, or the eastern front commander Cao Ping, dies a heroic death in battle, can the Embroidered Tiger then speak of this matter in a legitimate and justifiable manner. General Su Gaoshan must be well aware of this…”

Xu Bai couldn’t help but say, “But Su Gaoshan is only in his fifties now, to make him die on the battlefield, even if it grants favors to his descendants, ensuring generations of wealth and glory, how can it ensure that the military honor of the Inspecting Envoy will be inherited for generations to come? It’s human nature, one cannot help but worry…”

At this point, Xu Bai nodded to himself, “I understand, after death, he will be promoted to a Martial Temple Hero, like the Yuan and Cao Pillars of State. With Gao Cheng and Zhong Kui operating their divine powers, not only can they continue to command Yin soldiers on the battlefield, but even after their death, they can still look after and care for their family.”

Chunqing said, “Mister Cui, a man of great talent and bold strategy, has insight into people’s hearts.”
In his younger days, the Confucian scholar Cui Chan harbored some “grudges” with Bamboo Sea Grotto-Heaven. However, Chun Qing’s master, the Azure Mountain Goddess of Bamboo Sea Grotto-Heaven, held a favorable view of Cui Chan. Thus, although Chun Qing was young and had never interacted with the Embroidered Tiger, her impression of Cui Chan was positive, leading her to respectfully address him as “Master Cui.” According to her Mountain Lord master, a certain swordsman’s character was exceedingly poor, but those whom that swordsman considered friends were worth befriending. The Azure Mountain Goddess wouldn’t begrudge a few jugs of wine.

Xu Bai’s eyes suddenly widened.

A white-clad youth approached from afar, skimming across the water. His movements appeared leisurely, yet they were lightning-fast. The heavily guarded peaks of Southern Mountain seemed unfazed, deliberately ignoring his presence. Xu Bai immediately recognized his identity – a mysterious figure shrouded in enigma. This individual held a string of titles, serving as the leader of Great Li’s southern spies and the mastermind behind the construction of the secondary capital and a major waterway in Great Li’s central region. He held no official government post, yet he was an extremely crucial and transcendent figure.

The youth continued to skim across the water beside the group of four, feigning surprise with a disingenuous expression. He exclaimed, “Oh my, isn’t this old Jiang, the invincible Xiangqi master? Still dressed so plainly! Fishing, are we? No problem, no problem. Such a big pond, there’s bound to be all sorts of fish and shrimp. There’s even that old hag Fei Fei, a huge fish indeed. And with Old Ancestor Wei helping to cast the net, capturing Fei Fei should be a piece of cake, right? The only worry is whether Old Jiang’s little fish basket can hold her…”

Suddenly, an old Confucian scholar with frosted temples appeared, placing a hand on Cui Dongshan’s head, preventing him from continuing. The white-clad youth crashed to the ground with a thud, feigning anger. He attempted a carp leap, but failed to rise, flailing about and falling back to the ground several times. He looked like the most inept martial artist from some backwater dojo, clumsily making things worse. In the end, Cui Dongshan had no choice but to sheepishly get up. Xu Bai, who was usually proper and courteous, was bewildered. It seemed that the Great Li Embroidered Tiger hadn’t cast any spells or restrictions, so why was the youth in such a state?

Cui Chan, in his guise as a Confucian scholar, bowed respectfully to the two old Ancestors of the Military School.

The two elders, who had previously been chatting and laughing, also straightened their faces and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

Respect is not something that can be demanded, but when it comes, it cannot be stopped.

Cui Chan smiled and said, “Ancestor Jiang, Mister Wei, would you accompany me for a stroll and a chat?”

The two old Ancestors of the Military School followed Cui Chan into the distance, leaving behind three young people who appeared to be of similar age. Cui Dongshan’s “true” age, if calculated from the moment his soul was separated and entered the Liyu Grotto-Heaven, was indeed similar to Chun Qing’s and Xu Bai’s.

Cui Dongshan leaned on the railing. Approximately ten thousand miles away lay the southernmost tip of Treasure Bottle洲, where land met the sea.

Now, besides Old Dragon City, the entire Southern Mountain region had become the second battlefield after Old Dragon City, where the battle against the demon race army from the Barren World was imminent.

The vast battlefield south of Southern Mountain had been cleared of all mountain peaks. The elite forces of Great Li and its vassal states had already gathered in large numbers. Great Li’s direct line iron cavalry numbered three hundred thousand, consisting of two hundred and fifty thousand light cavalry and fifty thousand heavy cavalry. Both the riders and their steeds wore water-cloud armor, each piece of armor engraved with water flower and cloud patterns by talisman cultivators, without obsessing over the finer details of the talisman inscriptions.

The commander of Great Li’s three hundred thousand iron cavalry was Su Gaoshan.

Born into a commoner family in the Great Li Dynasty, he had successfully risen to the newly created position of Patrol Envoy, an official rank equivalent to Great Li’s former Upper Pillar of State, through his distinguished military exploits.

Eight hundred thousand infantry were divided into five major formations. The distance between the formations, though seemingly tens of miles apart, was negligible in the context of this war and this battlefield.

These eight hundred thousand heavy-armored infantrymen were drawn from the various vassal states in southern Treasure Bottle洲, including the former White Frost Dynasty. Clad in heavy armor, they wore mountain-pattern Five Peaks Armor of different colors, corresponding to their respective positions in the formations. These colors mirrored the Five-Colored Earth of the Mountains and Rivers of the Vast World. All of the Five-Colored Earth came from the mountains and crown prince hills of the various vassal states. Under the supervision of Great Li’s border army, and without harming the nation’s vital energy, dragon veins, or the fate of the mountains and rivers, thousands of Mountain-Moving Attendants, mountain and swamp spirits, Moist Mechanist puppets, and talisman laborers worked together to carve out mountains of various sizes, all of which were handed over to the Great Li and vassal state Ministry of Works for coordination. During this process, countless laborers were mobilized from each vassal state, led by cultivators on the mountains, working day and night to forge the mountain-pattern Five Peaks Armor.

The three hundred thousand cavalry were divided into five cavalry armies, consisting of light cavalry as the main force and heavy cavalry as the secondary force, positioned within the spaces between the infantry formations, creating a battlefield layout where mountains and rivers were interdependent.

General Su Gaoshan stood among the army, wielding an iron spear.

Thirty years of military service had transformed him from an unknown border soldier into the highest-ranking military official in a region that was practically a country in itself.

Su Gaoshan sat high on his horse, glancing back. It was a pity that the tall mountains of Southern Mountain obstructed his view. Otherwise, looking north, he would have been able to take in the entirety of the magnificent rivers and mountains. Everything within his sight was the territory of Great Li. For a commoner, such a life could be said to be the most opportune and the most fulfilling.

Su Gaoshan lightly patted the hilt of his sword with one hand and heavily patted his helmet with the other. This Patrol Envoy, the only one of commoner origin in Great Li’s border army, had a firm gaze as he muttered in a deep voice, “Let Su Gaoshan pave the way for all future commoner descendants.”

Before the cavalry and infantry armies, at the very front of the battlefield, was a line of chevaux de frise, formed by extraordinarily strong and robust young men from the vassal states. Numbering as many as eighty thousand, they had signed military orders with their respective governments, serving as suicide soldiers. Behind them, a second line of soldiers wielded massive horse-chopping swords. Together, they formed an unprecedented line of defense made up of chevaux de frise and horse-chopping swordsmen.

Between the cavalry, infantry, and the sword array was the Great Array of Mountain Cultivators from Treasure Bottle洲, along with one hundred and twenty thousand archers and twelve thousand catapults, arranged in an arc shape. In addition, there were three thousand ballistae, each bolt as large as an iron spear, hurtling with the force of thunder, no weaker in momentum than the flying swords of Middle Fifth Realm sword cultivators, excluding earth immortals.
On this battlefront, military strategists from the True Martial Mountain and the Wind & Snow Temple, ancestral dojos of military tactics on Treasure Bottle Continent, served as chief commanders. True Martial Mountain cultivators, deeply versed in battlefield formations, had long been involved in the Great Li army and the ranks of various vassal states, mostly rising to mid- and high-level military positions. They were responsible not only for charging into battle but also for commanding troops and deploying forces. The Wind & Snow Temple cultivators, on the other hand, fought more like wandering knights, often serving as attached cultivators in various countries’ border armies. Among them, Ma Kuxuan, one of the young hopefuls, stood on this battlefield, chanting incantations to summon over a dozen True Martial Mountain ancestral spirits, who stood shoulder to shoulder on his left and right.

The female sect leader of the Hemp Robe Sect, Celestial Master Zhu Quan of Guo Chi, wore a saber engraved with the characters “Majesty of Heaven, Shake and Kill Ten Thousand Ghosts.”

She stood alongside the Bone Mound Ghost Valley’s White Bone Sword Cultivator, the swordsman Pu Rang. The latter, with a slender build, wore a pitch-black magic robe, employing a trick of white bone creating flesh, revealing his true appearance for the first time – surprisingly, a spirited young woman.

Zhu Quan laughed, “Pu Rang, so you were born so beautiful! A beauty, a great beauty! That bald donkey from the Great Circle Moon Temple must be blind. If we can survive and return home, I will stand up for you. If you can’t bear to scold him, I, an outsider, will find any excuse to hurl a few curses at him, just to confuse that baldy even more.”

As Zhu Quan’s words landed, a monk and a Daoist, each with a Great Li Ministry of Justice First-Class Peace Token hanging from their waists, arrived side by side on the wind, landing to Zhu Quan and Pu Rang’s left and right, respectively.

It was none other than a True Person from the Little Profound Capital Temple and the monk who could not resolve his karmic ties at the Great Circle Moon Temple and thus could not attain Buddhahood.

The monk stood beside Pu Rang, and Pu Rang actually dispelled the illusion, reappearing in her white bone visage.

The monk merely turned his head to look at her, softly saying, “Those who attain Buddhahood attain Buddhahood, those who pity you pity you. If this prevents me from attaining Buddhahood, and an error must be made, then let me err against my Buddha Tathagata.”

Pu Rang simply turned her head first, then turned her entire body, facing away from the monk, as if afraid to meet his gaze.

Zhu Quan stomped her foot, “Mother, it’s so sappy!”

The old True Person laughed, “Sect Leader Zhu is quite the spoilsport.”

Zhu Quan gripped her saber hilt, raised her head high, and looked south, scoffing, “What a load of bull! I, Li Cai, plus Pu Rang, we women of the Northern Ju Lu Continent, whether we’re sword cultivators or not, whether we’re human or ghost, we are the scenery itself!”

A large group of cultivators was stationed on several mountain ranges of Southern Mountain, with the majority of lower-realm Qi Refiners staying at Southern Mountain Ancestral Mountain, spreading from the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountainside. The天地 Spiritual Qi was so concentrated and abundant that it directly condensed into a vast water mist, making some of the lower five realms Qi Refiners feel as if they were “drunk.”

Further up, were floating sword ships.

Prince Song Mu, wearing a python robe, personally oversaw the military tent outside the Southern Mountain mountaintop shrine.

During the Old Dragon City battle, Song Mu retreated very late.

The Prince guarding the nation’s gate.

At the mountainside of Southern Mountain, the Jingguan City hero, Gao Cheng, and the Scholar-Gentleman ghost from the Tong Ye Continent Academy, Zhong Kui, stood beside an old monk who was stroking his bald head.

Behind Gao Cheng was a child, who looked at Gao Cheng’s back and called out, “Brother,” then told Gao Cheng that Master Cui Dongshan had arrived at Southern Mountain.

Gao Cheng remained deaf to this.

On Southern Mountain’s Heir Apparent Peak, two tenth-realm martial artists, Li Er and Wang Fusuo, stood shoulder to shoulder. In addition, there was also Zhou Mi, the Dean of the Yu Fu Academy from the Northern Ju Lu Continent, with the same name as the great demon Tuo Yue Mountain Wen Hai of the Throne. Therefore, Dean Zhou left a curse at the academy, took a large group of academy Confucian scholars south to Treasure Bottle Continent. However, Zhou Mi left the academy disciples in the central capital and came south alone, now together with his friend Li Er, and the old brute Wang Fusuo, responsible for guarding the Southern Mountain Heir Apparent Peak.

On this Southern Mountain Heir Apparent Peak, in a celestial abode located just below the mountaintop shrine, the major families of Old Dragon City were temporarily residing. In addition to the Old Dragon City Fu family, there were the Sun and Fan families, as well as several Great Sword Immortals and Old Sword Immortals from the Righteous Yang Mountain, and the Clear Wind City Lord Xu Hun, all residing in different elegant courtyards. The young city lord of Old Dragon City, Fu Nanhua, was catching up with the Nascent Soul Grandmaster Cai Jinjian of Cloud Glow Mountain.

Several major families of Old Dragon City had relocated out of the city. But the losses were still incalculable. Fortunately, before the war, they had accumulated a considerable fortune through several trade routes. Even if they suffered a great injury, they would not fall. As long as the Treasure Bottle Continent could be defended, everything would be fine. This was a high-stakes gamble where they either won big or lost everything. Furthermore, the Great Li would not allow Old Dragon City to refuse.

Moreover, the Fu family of Old Dragon City, as the leader, showed the most unwavering efforts, and the major vassal families had no choice but to swallow their grievances and put on a smiling face, pretending to be calm, and not revealing any resentment. After all, if they really won this war, they would make a huge profit.

As for the several transcontinental ferry ships of Old Dragon City, including the Osmanthus Island and the Mountain Sea Turtle, they had already migrated to the northern part of Treasure Bottle Continent.

Lord Xu and his wife, along with their heir Xu Binxian, were secretly discussing matters with the Righteous Yang Mountain patriarch, the mountain-guarding devotee, and the woman Tao Zi.

City Lord Xu Hun was now a Jade Purity Realm military cultivator, wearing a Wart Hide Armor.

Heir Xu Binxian. Years ago, a graceful Daoist nun, traveling through Clear Wind City, personally bestowed a name on Xu Hun’s heir, meaning “Accomplished in both literary and martial arts, a man of the mountain.”

The relationship between Righteous Yang Mountain and Clear Wind City was more than just that of allies, those seated in the study were closely linked, sharing both prosperity and adversity.

Xu Hun, with a blank expression, looked at the anxious woman who had come to plead guilty, his tone not particularly harsh, “The Fox Kingdom is not just a city. Closing the gates and activating the city-guarding formation cannot isolate all news. Such a large territory, spanning thousands of miles, cannot disappear without a trace. Those pawns we arranged in advance, haven’t they sent back any news to Clear Wind City?”

The Xu woman shook her head, “For some reason, no news has been sent back.”

Xu Hun frowned slightly, “That outsider named Yan Fang, is he really a remnant of the Zhu Ying Dynasty’s Dugu clan?”

The Xu woman cautiously said, “The Zhu Ying Dynasty has been destroyed for many years, the situation is too chaotic. That dynasty of sword cultivators was known for its intertwining mountain and below, with reclusive experts whose identities were obscure. This guy who goes by the name Yan Fang, acts too suspiciously. Many clues about the Zhu Ying Dynasty are intermittent and fragmented, impossible to piece together a truth, making it difficult to determine if he is a Dugu remnant.”
It wasn’t merely the woman’s excuse-making. Take, for example, the former Bai Shuang Dynasty’s lands. That Daoist priest named Cao Rong, who descended from the mountains, appeared on the battlefield of Old Dragon City. The many profound and mysterious divine abilities he displayed afterward astonished the cultivators of the Jewel Bottle Continent. To think there existed such an enlightened master with such vast supernatural powers! Although his specific cultivation realm remained elusive, the profundity of his methods and the heights of his術法 (Shu Fa – Daoist arts/magic) were such that he could be considered a celestial immortal.

His Daoist arts were, in fact, no weaker than those of the newly ascended Grand Heavenly Sovereign, Qi Zhen, of the Divine Edict Sect, within the Jewel Bottle Continent!

This shocked Jewel Bottle Continent, but it also filled its inhabitants with a sense of pride and glory. *Our* Jewel Bottle Continent, indeed, was a place where dragons and tigers lay hidden, its mountains impossibly high, its waters immeasurably deep.

Therefore, even though Old Dragon City had been reduced to a battlefield ruin and temporarily fallen into the hands of the barbaric hordes, the morale of the mountain-dwelling cultivators and the iron-clad border armies remained not only undiminished but even strengthened.

Battles like this, no matter how many lives were lost, were not in the least stifling or humiliating. Thus, there was a will to fight, a complete ability to fight!

As for that Tongye Continent, it was truly a tattered mess, easily torn apart with a single poke. To think we once regarded our own Jewel Bottle Continent as a small and insignificant place, always feeling that our neighbor to the south, the wealthy and powerful family, was exceptionally impressive. So much so that many mountain and water gazettes often spread rumors that a Golden Core cultivator from Tongye Continent could kill a Nascent Soul cultivator from Jewel Bottle Continent. Many Qi Refining cultivators actually believed this, without a shred of doubt. In the end, it turned out that *our* own land possessed the true foundation and grand spirit.

However, for Qingfeng City today, having half of its revenue inexplicably cut off and stolen away, without even a relatively accurate trail to follow, naturally left them in a foul mood.

“Even with the help of the Righteous Sun Mountain, asking some local sword cultivators from the Central Peak Region to investigate, it is still difficult to unearth the true origins of that Yan Fang.”

The woman, on the verge of tears, picked up a handkerchief and dabbed at the corners of her eyes.

Xu Hun waved his hand, “Then we shall discuss it further.”

Certain true secrets were best discussed behind closed doors, amongst family.

The old ancestor of the Tao family chuckled and said, “Until now, the Fallen Phoenix Mountain has yet to have a single person appear on the battlefield.”

“Perhaps they have, but they have gained no fame.”

Xu Binxian smiled slyly, “It seems they merely gifted the Great Li army a dragon boat ferry? A mere show of effort? Hypocritical acts. Having been in business for so long, they all know how to win hearts. Quite the skillful maneuver. Relying on the glory of the Great Mountain Monarch Wei of the Cloaked Cloud Mountain, and with the help of Ox Horn Mountain ferry, they have climbed into the good graces of celestial families such as the Hemp Robe Sect and the Spring Dew Garden of the Northern Ju Lu Continent. Now, they have become the largest landlords in the former Li Zhu territory, with a number of vassal mountains that has already exceeded the Dragon Spring Sword Sect.”

The old Mountain-Moving Ape from Righteous Sun Mountain, clad in white robes, stood tall with his arms crossed, sneering, “What a turn of fortune, allowing a mere commoner to become famous and powerful.”

Xu Binxian couldn’t help but say, “The Cloaked Cloud Mountain of the Northern Peak is truly terrifyingly profound. However, Wei Bo is clearly being abandoned by the Great Li, his earlier divine position being no more than a Chess Mound Mountain Land Deity. His rise has been too strange. Who would dare to warm such a cold stove? Fallen Phoenix Mountain has good luck.”

The woman of the Xu family timidly said, “I just wonder why that young mountain master has been without news for so many years.”

The white-robed old ape twitched his lips, “A lowly Mud Bottle Lane bastard, in less than thirty years, how much of a storm can he create? I beg him to come and seek revenge. He didn’t dare come when I was at Righteous Sun Mountain, and now that I have left Righteous Sun Mountain, he is still hiding. Such a cowardly and fearful character is not even worthy of Madam Xu mentioning his name.”