Jing Liangmu was very disappointed; he hadn't expected this senior uncle to be so obstinate.
He had said everything he needed to say, and since this senior uncle held such an attitude, he no longer had anything to say.
He turned abruptly to Daoist Gucheng, eyes filled with not only hatred but also boundless resentment: "Senior uncle, I call you one last time, only for the sake of us both being successors of the Nine Saint Demon Sect. Since you're so resolute, I have nothing more to say; but as a successor of the Nine Saint Demon Sect, don't you feel ashamed? I truly believe you're unworthy of invoking the words 'Nine Saint Demon Sect', let alone being its successor."
Ah!
Aside from sighing, Daoist Gucheng had nothing to say.
He wanted to say, "The sea of bitterness is boundless; turn back and you will find the shore."
But saying it to someone already lost in madness would be of no use.
"Just leave!" Daoist Gucheng waved his hand one last time.
