Being able to stand against four Ninth-Heaven Immortals without being killed—and even forcing those True Immortals to face him as if confronting a great enemy—Li Poxiao was truly formidable. If Zhang Daofa, the sword cultivator, had not been added to the front line to block him first, then, as he had said, I might not have needed to interfere this time at all. He would have completed his own mission.
His Dao-Transforming Art rendered every formation before him useless. If he really broke into the platform of the Slaughter Stele, all of Xia Ruize's plans would come to nothing.
I hesitated over whether I should go up and help him. After all, if he could neither place the memories into Dongfang Jin's mind nor rescue her, then our coming here would truly have been nothing more than making up the numbers.
"You're not going up to help him?" Xia Ruize suddenly asked me, a faint smile appearing on his face. I knew it was not sincere, but it still made me uneasy.
"Heh. There's no need for me to go. Someone else will naturally be anxious." I gave a cold laugh. Xia Ruize said, "Oh," then continued watching the scene before him with his hands behind his back.
I was wary of Xia Ruize, this mastermind pulling the strings, yet I also admired him. I had felt that way ever since the Nine Provinces Realm. After all, back on Earth, he had Yu Xiaoxue and Mother as companions. Whether in his conduct or his actions, he had always been proper and measured, with things he could and could not do.
But once he arrived in the Nine Provinces Realm and the board was laid open, Yu Xiaoxue and Mother withdrew behind the scenes, and his way of doing things changed