How Have You Been, Nether River Patriarch?

At Biyou Palace of the Jie Sect...

"Are you sure you want to leave, Brother Jiang He?"

Clothed in full-black, the Grandmaster of Heaven had a look of utter concern as he persuaded, "The Gods and Demons have not given up on killing you, and Lord Swelling Sky would definitely attack once you leave Three Realms' territory."

"It's fine."

Jiang He smiled. "Don't worry, Brother… like you've said, Lord Swelling Sky is a bottom-feeder among Saints, and more or less equal in ability to the Western Sect's Lesser Saint and the Nine-Heads Saint of the insectoid race.

"If I do run into him, I could escape even if I can't win, can't I?"

"Don't be reckless!"

The Grandmaster of Heaven's expression was solemn as he said seriously, "In the end, he's a Saint. How weak could he be?"

"Moreover, innate soul treasures would affect all abilities significantly at this level. If the Patriarch of the Gods lend him his, he would possess immense power."