Divergence

Wisps of cloud drifted and shifted through the magnificent, resplendent hall, lending it an unfathomable air of illusion and ethereal mystery.

Gao Xian had entered the Thirteen Heavens several times, yet he had never managed to determine whether this place was a Grotto-Heaven or some projection within the void. As for Bai Yujing, master of the Thirteen Heavens, he held even greater awe and wariness toward him.

This man's eye was viciously sharp. In Gao Xian's view, he might even surpass Daoist Lord Dao Hong. Yet Bai Yujing carried a peculiar eccentricity in all he did, lacking somewhat that peerless bearing which could make others wholeheartedly submit. He was not someone people could readily admire. At the very least, Gao Xian could not.

No matter what Gao Xian thought inwardly, his face remained perfectly respectful, without the slightest trace of abnormality. Nor was he afraid that Bai Yujing would make demands—the higher the demands, the better.

The vast Profound Bright Church had dozens of God Transmutation Dao Lords, yet Bai Yujing had specifically come to him for help. Perhaps he did not trust Daoist Lord Xuanyang, or perhaps he had other calculations.

Either way, Bai Yujing was a thick, sturdy thigh to cling to. In Gao Xian's eyes, he was more reliable than that old Daoist Xuanyang. Being able to do work for Bai Yujing would bring Gao Xian tremendous benefits.

Yet Bai Yujing merely watched Gao Xian in silence. Gao Xian had a thick skin and did not feel awkward. Still, under Bai Yujing's scrutiny, he could not shake the uneasy feeling that he had been stripped bare, seen through completely.

Fortunately, after several centuries of trials and tempering, his composure had grown ever deeper. He could still pretend nothing was amiss and wait there honestly and respectfully.

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