Zhi Xin was clearly taken aback by the question, as though surprised that Wang Ping would ask it. Then, somewhat astonished, he said, "I have no relevant information, but based on my speculation, they may indeed still be in contact with our other members. After all, war is sometimes the best time to acquire wealth and benefits."
Wang Ping lightly flicked his sleeve, met Zhi Xin's gaze, and said, "The matters at the Outer Realm Border need attention at all times. Once we deal with the Rebels, the Outer Realm Border will most likely still be left to Zang Yi, Yue Xi, and the others. I merely want to know whether they are reliable."
Let alone Zhi Xin and Quan Xing, even any random Third Realm cultivator likely would not have believed those words. Yet Wang Ping had said them, so Zhi Xin and Quan Xing had no choice but to consider them.
"I will keep watch over this matter."
Zhi Xin made an ambiguous promise.
Wang Ping did not question him further. He suddenly felt there was no need to say so much. There was no need to use such complicated methods against Zang Yi and Yue Xi either. Perhaps a single direct order would make them intensify their attacks on the Outer Realm Rebels.
The gathering had more or less reached its end. It seemed that they had discussed nothing, yet it also seemed they had discussed a great many things.
For Zhi Xin, at the very least, he had obtained a promise—a promise that could serve as a way out. Quan Xing, meanwhile, had resolved to leave the mountains, a burden that had plagued his heart for some time. Wang Ping had gained answers to several questions, and many matters became far smoother to consider.
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