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With the vision and cultivation Zhou Dao possessed today, he would not even deign to make offerings; he simply practiced to ensure his skills did not grow rusty.
Even with his current esteemed status, he fundamentally had no need to seal demons.
However, this was a habit he had developed over many years.
"What's so strange about it? Fate has arrived," Zhou Dao said without turning his head, his voice indifferent.
"Your little disciple is quite something—so young and yet already boasting such cultivation. I fear he may become another Primordial King in the future," the Ninth Prince said with a laugh.
"To receive such praise from Ninth Prince, I, on behalf of my disciple, express our thanks."
"Stop it," the Ninth Prince said, laughing heartily at Zhou Dao's feigned modesty.
But as the laughter faded, the Ninth Prince's expression turned serious, "That carp you're raising seems to be no ordinary creature, and that big dog..."
"What are you trying to say?"