Weiyang Peak.
Bai Zhihua had never been this speechless in her life.
Then again, Cultivators did not fuss over trivialities.
It was only a name. Changing it was changing it.
No one could be defined by a single name.
As long as she was still herself, there was no need to dwell on it.
With her thoughts unknotted, Bai Zhihua conjured a chessboard. "A game?"
"Sure."
Ye Qingxian took out a storage artifact and casually tossed it to Bai Zhihua. "Use this for cultivation. Things won't stay peaceful from here on out. I don't need that many spirit stones right now, so take them and raise your cultivation."
Bai Zhihua was speechless for a while. "I'm logistics support. I'm a strategist, an astrologer, someone who deduces battle situations and comes up with plans. If it ever comes down to me fighting in person, then total annihilation won't be far off."
"Take it. Be prepared for anything. There will always be times when you need to fight. Every bit of cultivation you gain is another means of staying alive." Ye Qingxian's eyes were profound as she gazed at the horizon.
"It will be soon. The day Supreme Heaven completely changes, the day all veils of ancient and modern times are stripped away, is not far off. By then, Supreme Experts will be as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, everywhere one looks. Everyone will struggle to cross the river. The more chaotic the age, the more opportunities there are. The era most conducive to attaining the Dao in all of history is about to arrive. Those old monsters who have lain dormant for countless years will not be able to resist coming out for a share of the soup."
"Whose soup are they sharing?" Bai Zhihua asked, though she already