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After True Lord Yuanwu finished speaking, he turned to look at Wang Ping, but said nothing more.

Wang Ping did not know how to respond either. He merely lowered his head and remained silent, yet under True Lord Yuanwu's gaze, it felt as though countless ants were crawling over his Primordial Spirit, making him exceptionally sensitive.

Fortunately, True Lord Yuanwu only watched Wang Ping for more than ten breaths before withdrawing his gaze and returning to the wooden table. After pouring himself a cup of tea, he continued, "You may be thinking to yourself: since they are not behaving honestly, why don't we take action? After all, it would seem much simpler for us to handle this ourselves."

"This junior would not dare!"

Wang Ping hurriedly replied. Though that was indeed what he thought, he could not admit it openly.

True Lord Yuanwu smiled noncommittally. "We have our own problems, and a whole pile of them at that. Take me, for example. Right now, I want to find some place of green mountains and clear waters, sit and watch the chaotic state of the world, and only occasionally, when I am in the mood, step in to settle one or two disputes. And I can live for a very long time—longer than all of you. Tell me, isn't someone like that annoying to look at?"

This time, Wang Ping wisely did not answer.

True Lord Yuanwu did not dwell on the topic. He shifted the conversation and said:

"After advancing to the Fourth Realm, did you find your power extraordinarily immense—so immense that it seemed out of place in this world? You may think that is only natural, since it is power you gained through hundreds of years of cultivation. But have you considered this? If that were truly the