In reality, he considered Xu Xiaoshou harder to deal with.
That kid knew how to use chess, borrow force, and maneuver his weak body among the powerful. He could place himself within a chess game and know when to withdraw, showing great command talent!
What a pity.
The Demon Ancestor and Medicine Ancestor had never directly interacted with Xu Xiaoshou.
He felt he had guided enough, believing he had fulfilled his duty as an ally conscientiously.
Any more, and it would inevitably seem like colluding with the enemy.
Yet, the one inside the coffin at the base of the tower did not recognize his kindness, letting out a laugh, displaying sheer disdain:
"Once bitten by a snake, you fear the ropes by the well for ten years. Cursed Yin truly seems to regress the longer he lives, but how come he hasn't shown the true form of the Ancestor of Sorcery?"
With a boom, the starry sky spread open with purple mist.
