Chapter 422 — A Pack of Old Coots
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"Brother Heavenly Demon, are you also going to the gathering, summoned by the Seal of the Human Sovereign? " The Young Patriarch shook his head. "I am not going to meet them.
I already know what has happened, and so I wait here.
Even if I cannot wait for them, I can at least hold back the gods of the High Heavens for a while. Daoist Lingjing, what of you? " Daoist Lingjing smiled.
"I hesitated a long time. I don't get along with many people—I don't get along with the Old Sword God either. Look at this finger; he cut it off. But in the end I came to my senses.
If I do not keep the promise made by the forebears of the human race, I would be unworthy of being human. So I still mean to go to the gathering. " "Then there is no need. " The Young Patriarch smiled. "Just wait for them here. If they cannot arrive in time, we can stall for a while.
" Daoist Lingjing nodded.
The three spoke no more. When midnight came, the snow stopped, and suddenly streaks of dazzling starlight appeared in the sky, heading from west to east.
The Young Patriarch smiled at Elder Dianxing.
"Take the ashes of Daoist Lingjing and me back—if you can still find our bones. " Elder Dianxing bowed to the ground.
"I see the two of you off! " He raised his head. The Young Patriarch and Daoist Lingjing were gone.
Two beams of light appeared in the air, rising at a slant to intercept the eighteen moving stars.