Wang Ping did not care what Linshui Prefecture or the Dragon Lord thought. He merely wanted answers to certain questions. Ao Hong replied quickly, but regrettably, the Dragon Lord had already fallen asleep again and would not see anyone.
Naturally, Wang Ping did not believe such words. Yet precisely because of them, he received an answer—one that was rather troublesome for him. Lieyang truly was doing things detrimental to him.
"The Dragon Lord has fallen asleep again."
Wang Ping looked at Bai Yan as he spoke.
Bai Yan replied, "Perhaps the Dragon Lord is warning you, but do not mistake it for goodwill. Ever since the Mystic Sect rose to prominence, he has been secretly controlling everything. Your edge was too keen some time ago, and it made him feel threatened."
Xuanqing cautioned, "Do not rush to conclusions without evidence."
Bai Yan glanced at Xuanqing and replied coldly, "If you were the Dragon Lord, at a critical point in your cultivation, when all the resources in this Star Sea could be supplied for your cultivation whenever you wished—then, at such a crucial time, a junior suddenly emerged and threatened your position, thereby threatening your future cultivation plans—what would you do?"
Xuanqing did not respond to Bai Yan. He turned to Wang Ping and cupped his hands. "Fellow Daoist, consider this carefully. See the road ahead clearly before making a decision. With your current cultivation, you still possess endless years ahead of you. Do not act on a momentary impulse!"
After saying this, he transformed into a streak of multicolored light and returned to the core of the formation he had constructed.
Bai Yan then said to Wang Ping, "The Dragon Lord is not frightening. What is frightening is the karma of this world. It clings to you like maggots to