Each with Their Own Designs, Man Proposes

Wei Shaoping entered with several cultivators who had been outside just moments ago.

The atmosphere of silence and nothingness within the Eight Trigrams beneath the cosmos had originally been undisturbed, but the movements of this group brought in the clamor of a rising wind from outside.

"Teacher, what is the arrangement this time?"

People occupied their respective positions within the Eight Trigrams.

Wei Shaoping looked no more than thirty, yet even white-haired elders below him respectfully addressed the figure appearing at the forefront as Teacher.

It was clear that one could not judge a cultivator's age by appearance alone.

Wei Shaoping swept his gaze downward.

"It is nothing more than the usual. You have worked hard this time. Within seven days, that young master wishes to see definite results."

The moment his words fell—

The feather-robed cultivators who had followed him inside had originally not wished to speak.

But this was their master's place of cultivation.

Words they had not dared utter outside now inevitably showed in their indignant expressions. "Teacher, you are simply too easygoing."

"If he were truly omniscient and possessed boundless divine abilities, why did that one not seize the supreme treasure himself and gain the first opportunity?"

"Exactly. Teacher has already gained such a precise window of time, seizing the lead over who knew how many practitioners of divination. That young master truly does not understand the others at all..."

Several voices, clearly filled with grievance and resentment, rang out.

Wei Shaoping frowned. "Do not speak carelessly outside. If that one hears you, even your teacher's reputation will not be of much use."

He said it calmly.

But upon suddenly recalling Young Master Nie's methods, those who had just been complaining immediately shut their mouths.

Still, the trace of resentment in their eyes could not be