Hearing Wang Ye's words, Maitreya fell silent.
No one knew what he was thinking.
After a moment, he shook his head. "This humble monk indeed has certain personal reasons, but they are insignificant and unrelated to the bigger picture. They are simply a matter of personal privacy."
"But everything this humble monk said before was sincere."
"Let us return to the main topic."
Maitreya's expression gradually became placid as well.
Seeing Maitreya's reaction, Wang Ye sneered. "You said all that, and I only have one condition: I need you to explain this issue!"
"Yet you keep evading it."
"Do you think I, Wang, am the one lacking sincerity?"
As he spoke, Wang Ye drew the Ghost Messenger Blade and held it in his hand. The killing intent radiating from him was no weaker than Maitreya's.
"Perhaps you're under some kind of misconception."
"Do you really think I, Wang Ye, care about the Heaven Group or humanity? To put it bluntly, I'm just a selfish little man. We're all doing this to survive. You should understand me better than anyone, shouldn't you?"
"You want to threaten me with the Heaven Group and humanity?"
"Go ahead and try it. See if I so much as furrow my brow!"
"I, Wang Ye, fear threats least of all!"
Wang Ye's words rang out forcefully. His eyes gradually reddened, and he looked ready to strike at any moment.
Maitreya fell silent.
He stared at Wang Ye for a long time, seemingly trying to determine whether his words were true.
Indeed, Wang Ye had never seemed to mention things like the Heaven Group when outside. He had even built a city of his own. To outsiders, his relationship with the Heaven Group could only be considered relatively... harmonious?
"This humble monk cannot tell you."
Yet