Wang Ping heard Wunian's words and immediately recalled some history Quan Xing had told him long ago. Naturally, he thought of that predecessor from Yuqing Sect in the historical records, who had been on the verge of advancing to the Sixth Realm.
Unfortunately, so much had happened over the past hundred thousand years, including several great wars that had nearly brought civilization to extinction, that the documents recorded at the time had already vanished into the river of history.
However, Yuqing Sect and Taiyin Sect should still have relevant records. Images of Xuanqing and Bai Yan surfaced in Wang Ping's consciousness, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Yet his outward demeanor remained as calm as drifting clouds and gentle winds as he said coldly to Wunian, "Your destruction is destined. I cannot see your existence in the future."
Wunian met Wang Ping's gaze seriously. Then a genial smile appeared on his face, and he cupped his fists. "The future is not set in stone. The future you see is not fixed."
Though he was smiling, his tone was exceptionally grave, because he knew what Taiyan Sect was capable of.
As his words fell, Tiangong and Di Wen appeared one after another in the distant starry sky. They deliberately kept far away from Wang Ping, merely cupping their fists toward him before swiftly turning their gazes toward Wunian, as though looking at Wang Ping one moment longer would provoke him into attacking them.
Wunian spoke again at that moment. "How about we each take a step back and consider my earlier proposal?"
Wang Ping ignored Wunian. He swept his gaze over Tiangong and Di Wen and, seeing no intention from them to act, understood that the basic trust between them had already been lost. That was precisely the outcome Wunian