By the time the gathering arranged with Quan Xing arrived, Wang Ping had already adjusted himself to peak condition. The reason he had imprisoned Tiangong in full view of everyone was to probe the thoughts of the True Lords—and to see whether the Dragon Lord would appear to stop him.
The facts proved that the Dragon Lord did not have that much idle interest. Yet this did not put Wang Ping at ease. Since he had already flipped the table, from this moment onward, he had to make his own voice heard at the First Seat conference. If necessary, he had to prepare for internal strife within the Mystic Sect.
When Wang Ping appeared at the temporary gathering, Zhi Xin and Quan Xing had long been waiting. The moment they saw him, they rose and bowed. "Greetings, True Monarch Changqing."
The two wore respectful expressions, like juniors paying respects to an elder.
Wang Ping returned to his seat and waved them off. "No need to be so courteous."
The two silently returned to their seats as well.
Wang Ping did not waste words with them. Looking at Zhi Xin, he asked, "Fellow Daoist Quan Xing said that you left the Rebels?"
Zhi Xin hurriedly cupped his hands in reply. "That is correct. Speaking of this matter, I must thank True Monarch Changqing." He rose again and bowed to Wang Ping. Under Wang Ping's puzzled gaze, he swiftly explained, "As early as four hundred years ago, Wei Ling and Gan Xi placed us under house arrest in an Ecological Zone. They demanded that we convert to the demonic path. Some could not withstand the temptation and converted, but we had always been unwilling to abandon our humanity."
Wang Ping interrupted at this point. "Converting to the demonic path means abandoning one's