"Lord Dragon Evil, Zi Ling's body seems to be experiencing some problems. It appears to be caused by the Bright Moon Spirit Tower."
The Monster Elder suddenly spoke.
Although the Heavenly Net only projected silhouettes, quite a few problems could be discerned from them — and indeed, he had spotted Zi Ling's current condition.
"She obtained an opportunity, but her talent is ultimately limited. She cannot control the Bright Moon Spirit Tower and is being consumed by its backlash."
"The name 'Bright Moon Spirit Tower' sounds gentle only because the Blood Emperor named it after Lady Bright Moon. But we know very well what is sealed inside."
"If this isn't resolved, Zi Ling won't live much longer."
Lord Dragon Evil spoke. If even the Monster Elder had noticed the problem, it naturally could not escape his eyes either.
Hearing Lord Dragon Evil's words, both the Monster Elder and Kui An showed a flash of wariness in their eyes.
What they feared were the existences sealed within the Bright Moon Spirit Tower.
Setting aside their own admission of inability, in their view even Lord Dragon Evil might not be a match for those beings inside the Bright Moon Spirit Tower.
Those… were true monsters.
"But it's fine. Even if her innate talent falls short, with the Bright Moon Spirit Tower in her possession, her talent is effectively top-tier. With me here, she will certainly be able to master it."
Lord Dragon Evil was not particularly worried about Zi Ling's condition. In his view, this was a problem that could certainly be solved.
"Lord Dragon Evil, should we bring Zi Ling in directly and cultivate her ourselves?"
The Monster Elder asked this because he was wary of something.
"If we bring Zi Ling in directly, I'm afraid that won't work. After all, that old fellow is still around."
Lord Dragon Evil said.
"That old fellow, honestly…"
"He's already washed his hands of the Wolong Martial Sect, yet he still insists we follow the rules he set."
The Monster Elder grumbled in discontent.
Although they were the truly formidable existences within the Wolong Martial Sect, there were certain rules that bound them, preventing them from doing as they pleased.
"If he had truly washed his hands of it, he wouldn't have sent Chu Feng in. Originally, I thought a rather promising seedling had arrived — after all, he earned our lord's recognition and obtained the Killing Forbidden Arts. I was hoping for a chance to rub that in to the old fellow."
"And as it happened, the old fellow sent back a letter. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to gloat."
"Who could have guessed that the old fellow would actually say in the letter that he was the one who sent Chu Feng here? Damn it all — made me celebrate for nothing."
Speaking to this point, Lord Dragon Evil grew rather vexed.
"That old fellow really is too much."
"But even if Chu Feng was sent by him, Zi Ling wasn't. Since that old fellow said we can't detain Chu Feng here, we'll just focus on cultivating Zi Ling."
"Lord Dragon Evil, in my opinion, there's no need to listen to that old fellow at all. He's not even here anymore — what right does he have to restrain us? Let's just bring Zi Ling in and cultivate her face to face."
The Monster Elder clearly had known about this for some time, and speaking of that old fellow, his grudge ran deep.
"Grumbling is one thing."
"But I'd really rather not clash with that old fellow's methods. I, for one, don't dare go against his wishes. If you dare defy him, go ahead and bring Zi Ling in yourself."
Lord Dragon Evil's massive eyes narrowed slightly, his tone laced with a hint of teasing.
"Heh heh, Lord Dragon Evil, you're joking again. We follow your lead — if even you don't dare, then how could your subordinate possibly dare?"
The Monster Elder split his mouth into an awkward grin.
"Exactly."
"But Zi Ling must be cultivated regardless. Since we can't show ourselves directly, we'll simply make that little girl currently in the Wolong Martial Sect our puppet."