Competing Once Again

The five Taoist priests were seated in a circle while looking at the Dragon King who was in the middle, all five of them wearing gloomy expressions, and none of them speaking for a long while.

There was a futon at Gu Shenwei's feet but he didn't sit down. Instead, he stood silently, his hand on his saber hilt.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here." One Taoist priest finally spoke out, his voice cold and ethereal as if the gods were speaking to their humble believers.

"I don't know what I have to be afraid of," Gu Shenwei said as he stared at Dao Nian who was in front of him.