"That was only my guess. Just assume I was wrong."
Jiang Ping An offered no explanation and continued forging treasures in front of the furnace.
"You guessed that my Aunt Bai deliberately let word of the Three-Colored Fairy spread. You must have a reason. Tell me, tell me! Why would you think that?"
Lan Shi'er ran over, grabbed Jiang Ping An's arm, and shook it vigorously.
Unable to forge immortal artifacts with her disturbing him, Jiang Ping An reluctantly explained, "Earlier, your Aunt Bai asked me to guide you and insisted that I raise your combat strength to the limit of the True Immortal Realm within two years, right?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with your guess?"
Lan Shi'er blinked her big eyes, her face full of bewilderment.
Jiang Ping An flicked Lan Shi'er's hand away. "You had nothing urgent to deal with, so why did your Aunt Bai insist that I raise your combat strength by that particular time?"
"It had to be because something important was waiting at that point."
"If I'm not mistaken, you'll be looking for the formation sealing the Three-Colored Fairy a year from now, when thick fog appears between the three islands."
Lan Shi'er's beautiful eyes widened, and her little mouth fell open. "You really guessed right! Aunt Bai said we'd act when the thick fog appeared a year from now!"
She had never told Jiang Ping An about this, yet he had guessed correctly. He was incredible.
A moment later, Lan Shi'er grew bewildered again.
"But what does that have to do with improving my combat strength? In a battle involving God-level Experts, someone with my cultivation wouldn't get a turn to fight."
Jiang Ping An nodded. "That's the key, and it's also why I suspect your Aunt Bai deliberately