"You're Zhang Junxuan's junior brother."
The moment An Jing heard that, he knew the other party's identity. The voice paused too, clearly having realized the key point: [Could it be... someone in the sect—no, Senior Brother—came to find you, hoping to spare my life?]
"Indeed."
An Jing did not deny it. His voice pierced through the void and rang clearly within the other's consciousness. "When I attended the Zhao Lin Banquet some time ago, your senior brother specifically brought Duan Chenguang to find me. He was willing to offer things like the Divine Firmament Thunder Method to buy your life. I didn't make the decision for my master, because I knew he would not kill you so easily."
[...Your master, Ming Guangchen, truly is a good man.]
The voice fell silent for a while before finally turning into a long sigh. Its tone was complex. [So even I sometimes feel that, because of the Heavenly Book's prophecy—because of this so-called balance of heaven and earth, this future we can grasp—the sect goes out to assassinate these outstanding figures among humanity. That in itself truly cannot be called right. It could even be called a kind of fall.]
[Even if the prophecy tells us that your master's very existence could cause Beixuan Jizhou to sink beneath the land, I still feel that would never be your master's fault, but the outcome of tangled causality.]
[And now, not to mention that the Heavenly Book actually contains no trace of you. That alone is enough to prove that its prophecy is completely wrong.]
"Oh?"
An Jing raised a brow. During their exchange just now, through the voice he heard and the Spirit Fiend they had exchanged, he had already identified the source of that voice. He reached into Taixu, and the void rippled