AST 1685 - Eve before Battle (1/2)

AST 1685 - Eve Before Battle

Initially, Qing Shui didn’t intend on allowing Old Jin (Jin Guizi ) and Old Mo to participate in the combat.

It was just that after a discussion with the females, they realized this wasn’t good. If they did so, it would mean that they looked down on the two elders, not treating them truly as one of their own. If that was the case, how could the other members truly feel that the Sunset Palace was their family?

Qing Shui thought about it and sighed with emotion. He had experienced many battles in his life and right now, he realized that most of the time, he was always fighting alone. Even his women rarely fought together with him.

Now, although the disparity between their strengths was larger apart, it was still possible for them all to fight together. Qing Shui realised that he wanted to keep on fighting together with his companions in the future. Only by fighting together would the feeling of camaraderie come about. Not only did he plan to fight together with his women in the future, he wanted to fight together with his friends as well.

“That’s true… In that case, okay then, we will allow Old Jin and Old Mo to participate as well.” Qing Shui smiled.

When Old Jin and Old Mo learned of the news, they were in fact extremely happy. Qing Shui didn’t even have time to look for them before they showed up looking for him.

Qing Shui was someone who respected the old. In the Sunset Palace, Old Jin and Old Mo were considered the leaders of their races and both had extremely high statuses. Even Qing Shui and the three palace mistresses had to respect them. Naturally, they were both also people deserving of respect. Respecting the old and cherishing the young was a kind of virtue, and although decisions on major matters were still made by the palace mistresses, the elders could add their two cents as well.

Although things were said this way, only those at the top had absolute authority in powerful sects or aristocrat clans. Strength was everything. The attitude of the one with strength determined everything.

“Sirs, why are you both here?” When Qing Shui saw the two old men, he stood up warm-heartedly to welcome them.

“Mister Qing.” We heard that the leaders would allow us to participate in this war against the Eastern Peak Dragonwolf Palace. We wonder if this is true?”

The old man who spoke had a sturdy build. Although his hair had gone white, his aura was incomparably vast and intense. When he walked, the sound of his steps created a slight sonic boom, like a heavy pressure slamming into the earth. This old man was none other than Jin Guizi, a supreme expert of the Diamond Immortal Turtle race.

The other old man had an extremely dark skin tone and was very burly. His eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time and glinted with determination. He smiled and stared at Qing Shui with anticipation.

“I just wanted to go look for you guys. I wonder if you two old sirs are willing to fight?” Qing Shui invited them to sit as he spoke.

“There’s nothing we want more. It has been so long since we last fought. No matter what, we have to participate this time.” Old Mo hurriedly said.

Martial cultivators lived with their lives on the line every day. Although they couldn’t say they were born to do battle, it was an undeniable fact that combat was a very frequent part of their lives and that they might die at any time. Just like a saying in his past life - humans in the pugilist world are unable to control their fate. Warriors would battle constantly and didn’t even have leeway for a single mistake. Nobody had the confidence to say they would win their next battle for sure and continue to live on.

“That’s excellent. That’s our intent as well. I will have to trouble you two sirs then.”

“Mister, you are too polite. We are a part of the Sunset Palace; it’s naturally our mission to defend this place.”

Not too long later, the two old men departed. Qing Shui could also tell that this was necessary. Although sometimes not letting them join the battle was a way of protecting them, there were many cultivators who weren’t willing to hide somewhere and wait for their deaths.