Hou Niao's heart tightened; this was a cultivator with an immensely strong core.
It was also a way to force him to decide life and death, using fairness to ensure he wouldn't flee, representing the tacit understanding of cultivator duels.
He did not avoid it.
Three days later, feeling refreshed, the two stood facing each other from afar, Zhi Xuan Daoist pointed at him and said,
"Life and death within the Dao are unfettered by enmity; sixty years of wasted time, but in exchange for one life, is not overly demanding, right?"
Without waiting for an answer from his opponent, he was merely expressing a mood, akin to confessing sins to heaven, a sentiment of being without guilt.
As his words fell, he pointed three fingers, and the space around them transformed in appearance, his mouth sneering:
