Master Xing Cheng also nodded. The North Sea was the footing of the Python Tribe; after a hundred years of management, it could be called their lair, and there was absolutely no possibility they would give it up so easily. They would surely find a way to suppress the sea‑tide; thus East Victory Continent could sleep soundly without worry, and in passing they could secretly calculate against it once. Most likely the Zhongtai Sect had long been waiting for this very day.
Wei Daoist, however, said coldly, "So what? That Demon Tribe has a Cave Heaven True Master sitting in town; dealing with this matter should not be difficult. At most it will merely add some trouble."
Master Xing Cheng shook his head and sighed. "That is the reasoning. Once one's cultivation reaches that step, their Divine Power Techniques are no longer something people like us can fathom."
