After comforting Xu Yi, Liu Zhenlin said, "Brother Wang, what do you think we should do now? Our region has come away empty-handed, gained nothing, and suffered heavy losses. How can I face the Immortal Lord? Brother Wang, you're wise and resourceful. Do you have any advice for me?"
Although the plan to wipe out the Black Origin People had failed, Xu Yi's careful thinking and incisive words had left a deep impression on Liu Zhenlin. And after Xu Yi had saved him, Liu Zhenlin had come to regard him as a trusted confidant.
Now, at a complete loss, he was willing to hear Xu Yi's opinion.
Xu Yi pondered for a moment. "There's no need to dwell on this too much, Mr. Zhenlin. The Black Origin People have developed memories and learned strategy. It can't be that only our region has suffered this; the others are probably no better off. As the saying goes, the law does not punish the many. Even if you report the facts to the Immortal Lord, he won't blame you. What's more, you helped save the survivors. So many cultivators from our region made it out alive thanks to your sound leadership. I daresay the other regions weren't nearly so fortunate."
Xu Yi was indeed pretending to be Wang Qianqiu, but he hadn't lost himself in the role.
He had collected numerous Black Origin Beads in his Sumeru Ring. He could have taken one out at random, and that alone would have been enough to get Liu Zhenlin through this crisis.
But he knew that too much of a good thing could be harmful. If he took out a Black Origin Bead at a time like this, Liu Zhenlin would certainly become suspicious, no matter how he explained it. If the man grew greedy,