Advance

Wang Ping and Cang Yue exchanged pleasantries. Then Cang Yue said with a smile, "Come to think of it, I should thank you, Fellow Daoist."

"Oh?"

"I should thank you for letting me come serve in outer space!"

Hearing this, Wang Ping deliberately raised a brow but made no response. Cang Yue spoke sincerely, yet serving in outer space was no good thing, so to Wang Ping's ears, his words carried a faintly sarcastic edge.

Cang Yue lowered the one-handed gesture he had maintained all this time and cupped his fists. "Do not misunderstand, Fellow Daoist. I truly wish to thank you, because you helped me escape the quagmire of the Central Continent."

He swept his gaze over the sentry towers nearby, which had begun bustling with activity. With a flash, he arrived atop the meteorite where Wang Ping stood and continued, "Ever since my Master fell, it seemed there had been no place for me beneath heaven. I survived in the cracks between the various sects. Later, I joined forces with First Day to establish Chongyuan Prefecture, and only then did I manage to live a somewhat peaceful life."

"Unfortunately, that peaceful life came at a price. The disciples of Chongyuan Prefecture had always remained obscure, yet we were responsible for recording the spiritual nature of every corner of the world. Do you know? Sometimes, we could not even scrape together enough money and provisions for our lower-ranking disciples. All because of the rules they set."

"Who are 'they'?"

"You would not want to know. Otherwise, I would be what you become in the future!"

Wang Ping decisively shut his mouth.

Cang Yue looked at the silent Wang Ping and reined in the dissatisfaction that had surfaced when he recalled certain matters. "I did not say this to win