"Please, could you tell me where they are?" Zhang Tian asked of the old man.
The Lord of Lords tilted his head, "And what will you do with that information?" he asked.
"He is my friend, I need to help him, they look like they are in trouble," Zhang Tian said.
The Lord of Lords smiled as would a father smile upon his child, "I understand your worry and your fear for your junior brother, however, the distance between here and where he is, is grand and great. It would take you hundreds of years to reach it at your current level. Not to mention, you will not be of aid."
"I might not be as mighty as you, Lord of Lords, but I still take pride in my thousands of years of cultivation," Zhang Tian replied, clearly dissatisfied with being looked down upon.
