Countless thoughts raced through Wang Ping's mind as he listened to Guan Xi. First, there was Guan Xi's strength. 'He's definitely beyond the Third Realm,' Wang Ping thought. His cultivation technique must be unique. Wang Ping was curious, but it wasn't his place to ask, nor did he want to, as that would inevitably lead to the Saint whom Guan Xi had mentioned.
Second, he considered the identities of Guan Xi and his companion. Only then did he turn his thoughts to the matter at hand.
For a cultivator of Guan Xi's caliber—someone who had personally orchestrated this capture—there had to be a deeper reason for it all.
Seeing Wang Ping's attentive expression, Guan Xi ambled over to the bonfire and chuckled. "A quarter of an hour ago, even I didn't know that the person I was looking for had been nervously holding his post in the Court's ancestral temple for several hundred years."
