"Next question... According to what your Dao companion said, you seemed to harbor an unusual fanaticism toward 'calamities.' Is that true?"
Wang Qi rolled his eyes. "What do you mean, 'unusual fanaticism'..."
"You only need to answer 'yes' or 'no,' my patient friend." Chen Feng sat across from Wang Qi, with a magical artifact floating before him. It was the sort of thing used for computation, but extremely low-grade, apparently meant to guard against Wang Qi's ability to crack it. Illusion Techniques had also been placed upon the artifact to interfere with a cultivator's spiritual sense.
"Then... yes, I suppose."
Although such a thing was no longer an insurmountable obstacle for an expert like Wang Qi, the fact that this board had appeared here showed the attitude of those above.
Mm. Those above.
How should he put it? The fellow before him had been invited by those above to observe Wang Qi's Dao heart.
The Dragon Emperor's prophecy was anything but ordinary. The Immortal Alliance had swiftly activated countermeasures as well. Some among the higher-ups seemed to believe that under such extreme pressure, Wang Qi might suffer an accidental imbalance in his Dao heart—in other words, that the Dragon Emperor's warning itself might cause him to lose hold of his Dao heart.
That carried something of a "deterministic" flavor. But on reflection, it was not impossible.
Therefore, the Immortal Alliance needed to conduct regular Dao heart assessments on Wang Qi.
Chen Feng had merely happened to be in the right place at the right time.
He and Ai Qinglan had just finished a new stage of their work, then brought their son out on a trip. It so happened that someone from Yangshen Pavilion was needed here to intervene with Wang Qi's Dao heart—and it had to be someone Wang