"Daoist Master, should we go check out this so-called Guo Shengyu? He defeated a mere Blood Ancestor and now dares to proclaim himself a saint?" Pang Jiu asked in a low voice via transmission.
"No need. Each generation brings forth new talent; it's best to let nature take its course," Lin Hui said lightly. "People like him appear every so often. If we went to see every single one, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"
"The Daoist Master is right."
Pang Jiu naturally understood this principle. It was just his personality. It wasn't that he loved a lively scene, but that he loved to show off.
Now that the general standard of the world had fallen, it was the perfect time for him to go out and put on a grand display.
But seeing that his boss didn't want to go, he could only suppress the idea and focus on helping him finish his business first.
