Inside the high tower of the Moon Outpost on Demon Star.
Zhu Wu and Zang Yi, who had been beside Wang Ping, had already left. They needed to personally head to the battlefield to oversee this war, because the conclusion of the First Seat conference was that there could be no accidents in this war—the Outer Realm Star had to be thoroughly cleared.
Their supervision was to ensure nothing went wrong.
Wang Ping sat alone in the hall, watching the cultivators bustling before the monitoring formations and communication formations. His consciousness was immersed in the frontline Puppets, observing this war in a more direct manner.
Yulian suddenly asked within the Spirit Sea, "How exactly did this war begin?"
Wang Ping replied, "Under normal circumstances, no one likes war. No matter what form it takes, war is never welcome. The True Lords were no exception. But once they discovered that the Outer Realm Rebels were beyond their control, force became the only option. And war held too many uncertainties; by the end of it, there would inevitably be disputes over benefits..."
Wang Ping could not continue. Some matters were so complicated that even he could not sort them out, or perhaps he simply could not see through everyone's humanity.
Yulian remained silent. She lay on Wang Ping's shoulder, her tail curled around a jade slip as she occasionally used spiritual energy to record something upon it.
Wang Ping reached out and gently stroked Yulian's little head, but she seemed not to hear him, merely staring intently at the words on the jade slip.
"What are you recording?"
"Nothing."
After their brief exchange, a small portion of Wang Ping's consciousness settled upon Ke Yue at the front line, because he sensed that the intensity of Outer Realm energy in her area was