After being forcibly cut off by Xiao Feng twice, Ye Weiming had initially been especially annoyed. He had been trying to help the man out of goodwill, yet Xiao Feng had given him no face at all. That was a little too much.
But on second thought, he realized that Xiao Feng had already entered a dead end, whether under the influence of plot convergence or because of the many things he had personally experienced.
This made Ye Weiming realize that helping Xiao Feng and A Zhu Defy Fate would definitely not be as simple as he had originally imagined!
Of course, by "not simple," he was not referring to saving A Zhu from Xiao Feng's palm strike.
If all he wanted was to ensure that A Zhu would not die beneath Xiao Feng's palm, Ye Weiming had at least eighteen different ways to help her safely survive this crisis.
But if he wanted to resolve Xiao Feng's ultimate tragic destiny, he could not merely focus on dealing with the immediate danger.
Instead, he had to choose from those eighteen methods the one most beneficial to his future plans and put it into action.
His intuition told him that the plot involving A Zhu's death would have a far greater impact on Xiao Feng's fate than he had previously anticipated.
With a thought, Ye Weiming flipped his wrist, and an exquisitely crafted ring filled with exotic charm appeared in his palm. It was Indra's Oath!
Looking at the ring in his hand, Ye Weiming muttered, "Xiao Feng, Heavenly King, Di Shitian, Indra..."
Seeing that Ye Weiming not only failed to answer her question but had suddenly begun muttering to himself, Sanyue knew that he must have thought of something extremely important. She immediately softened her footsteps and barely even dared