"Since the Sacred Azure Sect has seemingly allowed us to do as we please, why don't we do just that!?" Chan Xiu egged on Bai Gong through spiritual voice transmission.
Bai Gong did not immediately reply. His gaze remained on Necro, who stood near the stone monument, one hand lightly resting on its surface, eyes half-lidded in calm contemplation. The air around him was tranquil, unperturbed by the growing tension.
But Bai Gong's dragon qi coiled, restless beneath his skin, arcs of golden light flickering between the scales on his forearms.
"Patience," Bai Gong finally responded, his mental voice carrying a low growl. "When he is focused on comprehension, that will be the moment to strike."
Chan Xiu smirked, pushing a lock of white hair behind his ear, golden pupils narrowing with predatory delight.
"Understood, Young Master."