The Old Barbarian God scanned the group of Ancestor Masters in Ye State and said, "Your reputations are utterly ruined!"
"Barbarian God, everyone knows you're righteous. Why don't you, the elder, go yourself? No matter what, we can't let the experts outside Ye State just watch. Even if you swing a saber once, participation is key."
"Old Man, I'll accompany you on the trip later." The Saint spoke, looking very loyal.
"Your reputation was already ruined five hundred years ago!" the Old Barbarian God retorted bluntly, suspecting that this friend might have also visited his herb garden.
However, the pressure brought by the celestial beings above was overwhelming, so he temporarily let it slide.
"Then let's divide the work. Attack each of our targets, striving to leave no traces behind, making it impossible to trace back."
