So he knew what Sui Xin was thinking.
But this could not be done. No one could bear the cost.
That was also why, no matter how chaotic the situation above became, no one dared to break the rules.
"This little monk knows which is lighter and which is heavier."
Sui Xin nodded and said softly.
The four of them took one deep look at Purple Sky City below, then turned and left for the battlefield that belonged to them.
"Whew, all four of them have successfully undergone Tribulation Transcendence. The pressure up there should ease a little this time, right?"
"It definitely will."
"I just hope they can hold on."
Watching the four depart, the people below prayed for them one after another, while they themselves continued their enlightenment.
After all, they had to deal with those smugglers while also doing everything possible to perfect their self-contained domains.
Their paths of Dao had only just begun. They could not let their cultivation fall behind just to deal with the smugglers.
Cultivation would always come first.
At this moment, the entire Central Continent was calm and peaceful for a full six months.
For six whole months, no smugglers came to cause trouble, and everyone finally breathed a great sigh of relief.
Could it be that those smugglers had changed their tactics?
"This sword is called Swan Song."
Within Purple Sky City, Wang Xiao'er held a wooden sword as he practiced. The wooden sword whistled with tigerish force in his hand, and at a glance, he even looked rather convincing.
"Xiao'er, you must remember: swords have emotions of their own. This wooden sword has been with you for a long time; it too has emotions of its own."
"Do not treat a sword as a tool. Treat it as your friend,