"The Eastern Desolation truly is disappointing, not a single one worthy of a fight. Either they're so old they're nearly in the grave, or they're curled up, too cowardly to face me, opting instead to be like rats hiding in the dark. How can such people be worthy opponents for me?"
As the Divine Heir of the Western Desolation's God Clan, Xia feels let down by the Eastern Desolation, not finding the intriguing challenge he imagined.
The ones he refers to as nearly in their graves are, of course, the powerful Daoist experts from the Turquoise Pool Sanctuary, one such elder woman already dead by his hand. The ones too scared to show themselves are the Daoist experts of the Demon God Sect.
Despite his brazen challenge at the Demon God Sect, not one Daoist expert appeared, further trivializing them in Xia's eyes.
"Since the Eastern Desolation is so dull, perhaps a trip to the Southern Desolation may prove interesting, hopefully it won't disappoint."
Swish.
