The meeting of the leaders of both sides, each astride their own demonic beast, had already seized the eyes of the world.
The Western Teachings' rarely seen ruler had a white beard nearly dragging on the ground. His face was kindly and benevolent, his manner gentle. It was hard to associate him with the man who had launched this conflict sweeping across the entire Central Plains. Yet one could not judge a person by appearances.
"True Human Yu, it has been a long time."
Yu Rong glanced at the old monk, then turned to gaze toward the Western Teachings' ranks as though searching for something. She gave an amused chuckle.
"You are not the Wisdom King. One who knows acts with caution; a gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall. How could he take danger so lightly? The Wisdom King I know would never place himself in peril."
The true ruler of the Western Teachings in this world was the Wisdom King. Yu Rong knew perfectly well that this old monk before her was not the Wisdom King at all; even he himself did not know who the true body was. Or perhaps the old monk believed himself to be the Wisdom King, when he was not. No one knew where the true body was, nor what it looked like. Some things in this world simply could not be explained.
Just because you said you were yourself did not mean you truly were. Even if others said you were, you might not necessarily be yourself.
This was Bai Yujun's first time hearing the title Wisdom King. The world of great figures truly was extraordinary—even names were unnecessary, replaced outright with the most mystifying titles. Saying you were the Wisdom King did not make it so. Who knew whether your