Nineteenth Aunt found the Red-Crowned Old Demon again, "Old Lord, how did your discussions go with them?"
The Red-Crowned Old Demon was in turmoil, torn between choices; give up, and be looked down upon by the Winged Demon clan; persist, and if he lost, he'd still be looked down upon, and perhaps even lose his life.
If he had to choose, perhaps having this Hai Dongqing fight could at least ensure his survival? This is the paradox of aging; as one gets older, they value life more. It's a progression of wisdom, yet a regression of courage. The Heavenly Dao Rules are like this; only when you understand fear can you advance.
The Heavenly Dao doesn't require mindless fearless cultivators.
"Alright, I'll be the sixth to go up, the first for the Winged Clan, and I'll let you replace me. If there's a future, you will be my brother, and the Dark Bay Sea Area will be at your disposal."
