"Boy, congratulations on answering correctly." The Imperial Preceptor sneered, and a rope flew from his hand, tightly binding Gerrit Harris!
"If you don’t want to die, just listen to obediently. If you try to run, don’t bla for killing you to silence you."
Upon hearing this, Gerrit Harris’s face turned extrely unsightly!
What’s this?
Imprisonnt!
Moreover, his life was at risk at any mont.
"Mountain Lord, I’ve worked for you, and even though you’ve failed to keep your promises to , I let it slide. But now, you want to kill to silence ?" Gerrit Harris dared not speak too harshly and could only negotiate like this first.
"Sorry, I’m old, I can’t rember well." The Imperial Preceptor turned his back on him, speaking leisurely, "What did I promise you?"
"You said, as long as you sit in the top position of the world, you would personally kill the Emperor and give the ancient texts left by the Imperial Preceptor back then."
"Although this Imperial Preceptor was a waste, stabbed in the back by his disciple, the old things he left behind are top-notch! What, Mountain Lord, you’ve forgotten such important things?"
Gerrit Harris snorted coldly; though he was under control, he had to show so attitude.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have basic respect.
He, Gerrit Harris, was in the top three of the world’s formation masters!
His reputation was renowned!
How could he be tethered like a dog?
"Haha!" The Imperial Preceptor was first stunned and then burst into laughter, turning to point at him, "You speak well! Very well!"
"I think Mountain Lord is a person who knows the bigger picture and won’t just kill the donkey after it’s done its work. Besides, your secret ssage the other day, asking to help revive Pruitt Wilde, hasn’t been fulfilled!"
Seeing ’Pranay Martinez’ before him smile, Gerrit Harris let out a sigh of relief.
"If you arrest , what will happen to this matter? Who will you find to do it? You said, if the Holy Master isn’t dead, you can’t show up. As long as you let go, I promise I won’t hold today’s events against you."
"After I finish talking to Cold Nelson, I’ll imdiately handle your matter!"
Gerrit Harris dared not say he ca to join Cold Nelson, so he had to lie.
In Pranay Martinez’s plan, both Boulevard Mountain and Demarco Mount would be mutually injured!
And the Holy Master would definitely appear on the Dusty Platform when both sides were weary!
At that ti...
Pruitt Wilde would lead the Ghost Martial Tribe to take revenge!
It wouldn’t be until both sides were exhausted that Pranay Martinez would appear with the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs.
Gerrit Harris was naturally unwilling!
He wanted to be the final bird that catches the mantis that Pranay Martinez would never see coming!
But the gap in ability made Gerrit Harris constantly think and plot.
"No need for now. Having you by my side puts more at ease." After the Imperial Preceptor spoke, he sheathed the Longsword at his waist.
The clouds in the sky dispersed instantly.
Sunlight poured down once more.
Stinging Gerrit Harris’s eyes painfully.
Bam!
A huge sound.
Isabella Warm, holding a stick, knocked Gerrit Harris out cold.
Behind her, Ian Jorden, acting like a dead dog, stuffed Gerrit Harris into a pocket.
"I never expected Pranay Martinez to have such a grand sche." Isabella Warm walked over to the Imperial Preceptor, her worries etched on her face.
She had to stop it!
Or, convey the ssage back.
"Little girl, are you planning to inform Julius Reed?" The Imperial Preceptor saw through her instantly.
"Mm." Isabella Warm slightly bowed her head, her tone pleading, "I know you have so past conflict with the Holy Master. I hope, for the sake of this little girl saving you once, you’ll let deliver the ssage this ti."
Confronted with the Imperial Preceptor, Isabella Warm felt a bit of fear.
Though she was the Vein Holder of the Bead Pulse, she was insignificant before the Imperial Preceptor.
"The truth of this matter is yet to be verified; there’s no rush." The Imperial Preceptor waved his hand, looking at Isabella Warm, "Rest assured, I’ve already gone through death once, and my mindset has changed. The past—a clean slate."
He pointed to the Divine Dragon Tripod on Isabella Warm’s waist, "After all, without the Holy Master’s nod, you couldn’t have borrowed it. And as for , I might also die in Swimming City."
The Imperial Preceptor looked up at the sky.
Hands clasped behind his back, he mused, "But I hope for one more fair battle with him! Provided he’s still as persistent to kill as he was then."
"He won’t." Isabella Warm shook her head beside him.
"He will!"
The Imperial Preceptor chuckled and removed the hood from his head, "In this world, there are two people who understand it the most."
"Which two?" Isabella Warm, having spent so ti with the senior, held deep respect for him.
As they spent more ti together, they beca quite close.
"First, it’s the Holy Master. The second, it’s Pranay Martinez! Thousands of years ago, he was Orson Martinez, the City Lord of Skilid City."
The Imperial Preceptor reflected on the past, feeling a bit wistful.
"Why?" Isabella Warm thought for a mont and then asked.
Being from a later ti, she lacked the life experience and didn’t understand what transpired.
"The Holy Master has always suppressed human desires. To make this sick world live relatively healthy."
"Humans, they’re the most selfish creatures, also the most pathological. People can share hardships, but cannot share wealth."
"Back then, with the world at war, factions huddled for warmth. Once the war ended, the victors could no longer tolerate each other."
"Eternal life is humanity’s greatest greed. They indulge in the world’s beauty, disregarding the entire cycle of the Heavenly Dao!"
"Every plant, every tree, thrives in spring and wilts in autumn. What makes humans think they can live long?"
"The Holy Master was determined to kill all immortals, restoring fairness to the Mortal World. But Pranay Martinez was different..."
Saying this, the Imperial Preceptor gave a bitter smile, "Pranay Martinez ignited human ambition! Drove them mad! But after madness cos ruin. None of the immortals could detach themselves from Pranay Martinez... Which was aided by Orson Martinez, the City Lord of Skilid City back then!"
"He saw through human hearts, playing the heroes of that era in his hands."
"Now, an era is about to dawn again. Whether it’s the Holy Master or Pranay Martinez, they understand life the most. Only those who chase fa and fortune, seeking eternal life, are the most foolish."
With this, the Imperial Preceptor looked ahead and said, "Co out!"
"Who?"
Isabella Warm looked warily ahead.
She had sensed nothing.
The only possibility was that the other party was far superior to her!
The Imperial Preceptor’s voice barely fell!
A red shadow flitted by!
On the mountain path, a person wearing a red cloak appeared out of nowhere.
The cloak was bright red!
Looking directly at it felt like being pierced by firelight!
Making it impossible to clearly see anything!
And the phoenix on the cloak seed alive!
"Long ti no see." The Imperial Preceptor faintly smiled.
"Five thousand years, your reflection wasn’t in vain."
The woman did not turn but faced away from them. "These five thousand years have made you understand so much. Old thing, you’ve profited without loss."
"Back then, you too had a heavenly mandate. I’m very curious, since I was sealed, when almost all immortals were slain by Julius Reed, where were you then?"
The Imperial Preceptor was not angry, "If he didn’t kill you, he would be a hypocrite! Deceiving the world! But if he killed you... that would be..."
"He couldn’t defeat , so he didn’t deceive the world. At most... it’s a lack of ability." The woman turned around, gently smiling.
Her exquisite beauty nearly made Isabella Warm forget to breathe.
PS: Introduced by a friend, I worked at an electronics factory for three days.
Working twelve hours a day, day and night upside down, adjusting my schedule these days.
Steady updates in early April, three to four tis.
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