Three days later.
Xia Ping was still cultivating peacefully in his own courtyard. This day remained calm and uneventful, while the Human Race's Saint Dao Discussion Conference had already begun and was in full swing.
It was said that Saints from major races across the universe had come as promised. They all cherished this opportunity to exchange experiences with the Human Race's invincible Saints, for it would bring them immense benefits.
Yet the Human Race Saints seemed to have no intention of making a move, as though this were simply an ordinary Dao Discussion Conference.
However, he also knew that this conference would last at least ten-odd days. During that time, the Human Race Saints could launch their attack on any given day.
As for when they would act, probably only the Human Race's higher-ups knew. No one else had any idea. The only thing he could do now was wait.
In any case, he had plenty of patience and did not care when the Human Race Saints would begin their assault.
Knock! Knock! Knock!!!
Just then, the courtyard gate was struck with frantic urgency, like a raging storm.
"Who is it?"
Xia Ping opened his eyes and spread out his divine sense. In an instant, he sensed several dozen people outside his gate. Every one of them was a guard from the outer hall of the treasury, surrounding the place with fierce, menacing expressions.
Among them was an Immortal Saint. Xia Ping knew him as well—he was Fenn, the deputy hall master of the treasury's outer hall. The man held great authority and could be considered one of the people in charge here.
Normally, Fenn would be in secluded cultivation and would not appear among the guards. Yet he had come here together with a group of guards. This