Buf Zheng had lived for half his life and naturally understood what his junior from the Outer Sect intended to do next. However, he couldn't be bothered, as he had always preferred to steer clear of mundane matters. What truly concerned him was another dimension; had his junior not pleaded earnestly and reminded him of a favor owed, Buf Zheng would never have lifted a finger against a junior.
By this time, Tang Bai was hurtling through the air at high speed. Initially heading east, he soon realized something was amiss and abruptly came to a stop.
"No, given my identity and the current situation, I can't make a move, or I would fail to live up to it," Tang Bai muttered with a wry smile before rapidly changing direction towards the west.
As he continued his swift flight, Tang Bai contemplated which Sect to approach, quickly deciding on the Holy Mansion of Confucian Sect. Of the Nine Great Sects, they harbored the deepest grudges and most eagerly sought Ye Feng's death.
