Visiting a friend.
Xi Ping'an said his true body had gone to visit a friend and wasn't home.
"Then what are you doing here?"
Jiang Ding's expression turned cold.
"No, wait!"
Then something occurred to Jiang Ding, and his eyes brightened. "I've read the Incense Divine Court records seized from the Black Tortoise Heavenly Palace. The Incense Divine Court is the foundation of a divine being. Kill a clone or even the true body, and they still won't die."
"Only by utterly destroying a divine being's Incense Divine Court can you kill them."
"Hahaha! You can't fool me!"
At once, Jiang Ding's gaze softened. Its icy chill, which had kept everyone at arm's length, vanished.
"Is that so?"
"My father was Xi Yuan, the previous Great Sun Sword Lord, nearly invincible in his day."
Xi Ping'an showed no concern or panic. "He chose this path for me—a safe, peaceful one—and gave me a precious treasure of the incense path. I even have a chance of advancing to Void Refining."
"Besides, Ming Guangzi, nearly mad in his later years, won't set his sights on me. I'm useless to him."
"Oh, and I'm useless to you too."
Xi Ping'an smiled. "My father made certain of that. If you kill me, you won't gain a shred of insight. You might even sink into a deeper bloodthirsty madness."
He seemed relaxed and carefree, making no attempt to mend his relationship with the Great Sun Sword Heir.
He knew it would be useless. He understood the Great Sun Sword Heir all too well.
The warmth in Jiang Ding's gaze vanished instantly.
"Furthermore,"
"as it happens, my Incense Divine Court can move. Not only that, it can shrink to a tiny point and be sealed away deep within space."
Xi Ping'an smiled.
As a Void Refining