Therefore, he could only hope this guess was wrong—that He Wuji simply did not wish to involve himself in the struggle for fame and profit between fellow disciples, rather than standing on an entirely different level and looking down on them from above.
If that were the case, they would simply belong to two different classes, and their relationship would only grow more distant and faint with time.
This might have been a form of self-deception, but there was nothing else to be done.
After all, he had no way to do anything against the other man. What could he do?
Scheme against He Wuji, make his chances of becoming a grandmaster infinitesimal, and have the five of them fall out completely?
Not to mention that such a plan had almost no chance of succeeding, even if it did, the consequences would be more than he could bear.
One had to know that preventing someone from attaining the Dao was no less hateful than murdering his father or stealing his wife.
If he dared do such a thing, then even if he obtained the secret to breaking through from that lord in the future, he could forget about bringing He Wuji into the fold.
Then all their previous efforts would have been meaningless.
"I don't know either. I only hope it is not as you think. After all, once He Wuji becomes a grandmaster, our long-cherished wish of many years will never be fulfilled. You and I will have to find another way and seek an opportunity to break through."
Luo Ning was despondent. The feeling of being unable to control one's own fate was terrible, yet she had no other choice but to leave it to heaven.
On the other side, He Xin arrived at Meng Zhao's tent, conveyed