A Growing Sense of Purposelessness

"Harbinger of Agony, huh? Even if you were once the most renowned thief in history, what can you achieve in your present condition?" Yuan taunted with a sneer.

"Hahaha! Just because my cultivation is currently sealed doesn't mean I have lost all of my experience and techniques! Even if I was only a Spirit Lord, I would still have no trouble dealing with a useless weakling like you!" Zhaohui laughed heartily in response.

"Since you sound so confident, let's stop the chattering and get this over with already," Yuan said as he summoned his Empyrean Overlord.

However, a calm voice suddenly resounded in his head, 'Brother Yuan, can you let me handle this?'

'Xiao Hua?'

'I didn't tell you this before, but it is an Exile's responsibility to protect their Master, especially when in the presence of another Exile.'

'Even if you say that… I can handle him by myself. What's more, I don't want you to get hurt if we can avoid it.'