"For thousands of years, we followed tradition, cautiously maintaining the order of Central Province, stabilizing the spirituality of this Heaven and Earth, and preserving our civilization—yet we still could not stop their recklessness!"
As Cang Ji's voice rang out, he appeared beside Kai Yun. While speaking, he formed a hand seal, and a howling Yin Wind swept through the sky, clearing away the smoke and dust.
When a shaft of sunlight pierced the sky, Cang Ji turned to Wang Ping and asked, "Is this truly what you wanted to see?"
Now they could stand upon the moral high ground and condemn Wang Ping to their hearts' content, while Wang Ping had no way to refute them.
In a sense, adhering to tradition could indeed preserve a measure of stability, but it also bound one within the rules, perhaps even denying one any chance to advance to the Fifth Realm.
Cang Ji might have sounded high-minded and righteous now, but if he truly had a chance to advance to the Fifth Realm, let alone destroy one Central Province—even if he had to destroy West Continent and East Continent together, he would not hesitate.
Thus, Wang Ping ignored Cang Ji's repeated questioning and looked to the other side. Zhi Gong's figure cautiously descended beside him. When she saw Kai Yun and Cang Ji, wariness appeared on her face.
She then silently clasped her hands toward everyone before continuing to be her inconspicuous little self.
At that moment, a stream of mystical light approached from the south. Prefect Yuxing appeared at Wang Ping's right side, trailing waves of fragrant immortal aura. She looked almost exactly like an immortal from the myths, while Wang Ping and the others standing beside her seemed like villains from those same tales.
As Prefect Yuxing looked around, Bu