Looking at the admiration filling Shennong's eyes, Xiao's face was full of helplessness.
How could he have had the mind to plan such layer upon layer of schemes, laying out every step with such calculation?
Back then, it had only been a passing thought. He had noticed that the Treasure-Dropping Coin was already enough to sway the overall situation of the Investiture of the Gods, so he had taken advantage of Ran Deng's defeat and flight to conveniently lend him the spiritual treasure for a time.
His original intention had merely been to add a few obstacles for Zhao Gongming, help him smoothly meet his tribulation and enter the list, and complete Houtu and the Jie Sect's calculations.
Who would have thought that such a casual, light-handed arrangement would unintentionally stir up the winds and clouds of the Three Realms, lead to the loss of Buddhism's Auspicious Qi, force the Western Two Saints to enter the game, and draw out layer upon layer of chained changes?
He truly had not deliberately schemed all this, but even if he opened his mouth to explain now, Shennong would certainly not believe him. He would only assume Xiao was hiding his depths and had intentionally laid everything out.
Xiao could only sigh helplessly to himself, calm his mind, and continue fishing in peace.
At this moment, he finally understood completely why his true body had always favored living in seclusion on Qingming Island, fishing by the water all day long and paying no heed to the storms of the world.
Standing outside the game and quietly watching the rise and fall of wind and clouds instead saved countless explanations and baseless speculations.
After Zhao Gongming fled the battlefield, he did not stop for a moment, heading straight for Golden Ao Island.
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