Lu Xuan sat beside Xiaoyan, listening intently.
The stunningly beautiful woman was discussing matters with the middle-aged Daoist, but it was gradually turning into an argument.
"I can see it. There is only one final seat for a Dao Fruit left, and it must belong to Xiaoxuan. In the Years to come, no more Ancient Ones are to be born!"
The stunningly beautiful woman's attitude was firm:
"I intend to set up a game to suppress and kill all who contend for the Dao Fruit, clearing the path ahead!"
The middle-aged Daoist frowned and shook his head.
"That's highly unrealistic. Setting aside those who are distant, let's just talk about Haotian."
He pointed a hand at the Emperor Corpse on the cliff and said grimly:
"Haotian has been lying dormant here for a long time, maintaining a state of death. I am certain he is plotting to reclaim his half of a Dao Fruit and return to the ranks of those with a Perfect Dao Fruit."
After a pause, the middle-aged Daoist continued:
