After hearing Guan Xi out, Wang Ping motioned for Zi Hong to bring out the fine wine he had recently purchased, all while carefully contemplating the situation.
This stalemate between the Xiao Shan Lord and Wu Ma Daoist was most likely the result of Guan Xi's machinations.
This incident seemed to change nothing on the surface, but in reality, much had already changed. It had forced both sides, whether actively or passively, to make their moves before the proper time.
"What is your goal?" Wang Ping knew the question was pointless, but he asked it anyway.
"To maintain the balance, of course, and to please the Saint."
As Guan Xi spoke, he extended a hand. A milky-white ball of light appeared in his palm. "You see? Compared to the first time we met, I can now stably control the power within my body. This is the power that comes from pleasing the Saint. Simple, isn't it?"
His smile at that moment was completely pure.
