The projection of Bai Chen's remnant soul raised his chin slightly.
"What, don't you hold grudges?"
Chen Yan merely shook his head and said nothing.
Standing a short distance away, Bai Chen watched Chen Yan. The smile on his face slowly froze, then gradually vanished.
Because he realized Chen Yan was serious.
Hatred.
To Chen Yan, who had lived through countless cycles of Reincarnation, it held no meaning whatsoever.
Someone who was a mortal enemy in this life might become his closest friend in the next.
And vice versa.
The dislocation and struggle that came with life after life had long since taught Chen Yan to take all of it lightly.
"Recently, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within Desolate Ridge has been fluctuating frequently. The Lord of Desolate Ridge has already noticed all of this... if you really intend to do something, you'd best show some restraint."
Bai Chen skipped straight past their previous topic and said this to Chen Yan.
"Thank you for your advice, White Saint. But I imagine even your advice won't escape the Demon Sage's ears."
Chen Yan continued.
Bai Chen paused slightly, and a further trace of something unusual entered his gaze as he looked at Chen Yan.
At that moment, neither of the two Immortal Cultivators standing within Desolate Ridge, both originally from Chenping Continent, was someone to be trifled with.
One had once laid out a chess game spanning seven million years.
The other, through countless uses of Reincarnation Read File, had transformed from an ordinary person into an old fox capable of wrestling even with a Sage.
Their conversation could extend from a mere handful of words all the way down to the eighteenth layer of meaning beneath them.
Naturally, Bai Chen had not suddenly come here to warn Chen