"Is this the backup plan of the three sects?" Bai Wuya scrutinized the Confucian Sect's master, a frown creasing his forehead. "Why wasn't this strategy used sooner?" He cast his gaze towards a distant altar. There lay a phenomenon, perceptible only to individuals of their stature, a spectacle even more majestic than the display put forth by the sect master of the Confucian Sect.
Within moments, Bai Wuya deduced the entire scenario. "Rootless endeavors are destined to crumble," he said with a cold chuckle. In his eyes, his possession of ancestral blood set him apart from the Confucian Sect's master, who had escalated his cultivation levels forcibly. "Time is on my side."
The old scholar retorted with equal frostiness, "As long as we're all dead, there will be no longer any time on whose side."