Chapter 715: The Contest (1/2)

”You could have easily left here and escaped yet you chose a different path.”

Our bored gamer said to a sickly looking man who stood there as if a gentle gust of wind could have easily uprooted him from the spot.

”If i did that, my people would have all been slaughtered.” The frail looking man who had merely bones and skin on his body replied and shook his head.

It was very natural for merciless genocide to occur in cases like sect wars. No one wanted to entertain any revenge plots in the future.

”Please come this way, Senior.” The man walked and Clark followed in kind. It did not take them long to arrive at an extremely lavish hall.

It was easy to see that this was where the Nine Saint Demon Sect accepted their guests of honor in the past.

Unfortunately, our bored gamer would be the last and final visitor in the place before everything in here shall turn into something else entirely.

The two souls sat on the table and began their strange contest.

”DING!”

”DING!”

”DING!” A jug of wine and 2 cups landed on the main table. The weak man smiled and filled the cups to the brim.

”Although my Nine Saint Demon Sect had seen better days but i will not be remiss in welcoming the Senior. I offer this cup in awe of the Senior's peerless temperament.”

The man raised his cup and drank it to the last drop.

”...” Clark obliged and mirrored the actions of the frail looking man. He drank it all and tasted the supreme wine cultivation in his front.

Its age must have been more than 5,000 years at our bored gamer's expert deduction. Clark took the big jar of wine and refilled both cups without ado.

”This cup is for my admiration of your courage and sacrifice.” Our avid gamer said and it was his turn to drink first. With his wise eyes, he has of course seen what this sickly man has done.

”I made the Senior laugh at me again. Anyone else would have easily mocked me for my stupidity.” The weak man replied.

This was of course no one else other than the Sect Master of Nine Saint Demon Sect himself. At great cost, he has transported all his people and disciples unto an alien continent overseas.

This was the reason why he dared not battle outside. Nine Saint Demon Sect Master was already half the man he was before the war even started.

To win against 17 Dao Profound Realm was simply a case of delusion. Nine Saint Demon Sect Master drank heartily.

”...” Another round was shared and this time, Nine Saint Demon Sect Master did not make any toast. He had a faraway look in his eyes as he reminisced about the past.

It did not need telling that the strong wine was primarily the culprit for this effect. Alas, our bored gamer was still as chatty as ever.

”They must have known you so well for them to anticipate that you would not run away from here.” Clark commented when it was his turn to fill up the dueling cups.

”Perhaps the Senior is right.” Nine Saint Demon Sect Master nodded. He remembered his adventurous life and could determine that he was easy to read indeed.

He started from a humble beginning being a war orphan himself and so he had an extreme thirst for power from the start.

He rose in cultivation and was quick to retaliate against anyone who dared threaten his family and friends. This was perhaps his greatest weakness after all.

The Nine Saint Demon Sect Master smiled once more as he said his next words.

”But I have no regrets.” One should know that the Nine Saint Demon Sect Master has already lived for more than 10,000 years in this world. He had seen much and experienced much.

To him, this was more than enough. And besides, his bloodline will not end with his death.