Wuxian Mountain Range

Chen Yan felt no surprise at the Imperial Void Saint's words.

After all, he already knew that he could leave the more than sixty thousand years of karma he bore—or rather, the "calamity cause"—over eight thousand years in the past.

If the Imperial Void Saint had deduced that Li Haowen was intimately connected to Tian Ding Mountain's destruction more than sixty thousand years ago, and that the other person intimately connected to it was Chen Yan himself, then this True Purity Realm cultivator could surely deduce the answer behind it all.

From what Chen Yan currently knew of the Imperial Void Saint, the man's almost uncanny intelligence was likely no less formidable than Mister You's.

If possible, he had to avoid making an enemy of someone like this.

Unless reincarnation could give him a sufficient advantage in information, and his own cultivation realm was not inferior to his opponent's.

But he absolutely could not allow himself to fall entirely onto the back foot in the present situation, either.

Otherwise, anything he wanted to do next would likely become extremely difficult.

"So, let us return to the matter at hand, Saint Bai."

Chen Yan spoke.

At these words, Bai Chen fell silent briefly once more, then revealed a smile that was not quite a smile.

"You are the only person in all the long years since I became a Sage who has dared speak to me in such a tone."

"If you need something from me, Saint Bai, then spare me those words."

Faced with Bai Chen's threat, Chen Yan remained as unruffled as a light breeze beneath drifting clouds.

"Who said I needed anything from you?"

Bai Chen continued.

"If the overall situation is to be reversed now, I am Chenping Continent's only hope."

Chen Yan's tone was decisive and