After several exchanged looks, the two had already agreed on a countermeasure.
They gave no answer. Qing Huanxiang merely continued probing.
"Star Lord, you said earlier that you wished to eliminate the foreign heretic. That cultivator has yet to be killed—if you leave with us, how will this matter be settled?"
"If that person affects Lan Star's greater situation someday, will you be able to bear the guilt?"
Nangong Yifang had already spoken his mind, and hearing those words, he felt them even more deeply.
For tens of thousands of years, he had appeared infinitely glorious, ruling Lan Star from the position of Star Lord. In truth, he was nothing more than an abandoned pawn, guarding this shabby Lan Star with no hope in sight.
At his level of cultivation, ordinary Mortal Stars no longer possessed resources capable of improving his cultivation. Being a Star Lord was utterly useless; all it brought was an endless tangle of mundane affairs.
Today he had to settle sect disputes; tomorrow he had to study the division of territories among the various races...
The endless matters piled before him like mountains, forever without end.
Under such circumstances, how could he possibly have any energy left to pursue the Great Dao?
Even more helplessly, everything in the world had its destined course. So long as he, the Star Lord, made a decision, even the smallest ripple could expand without limit and eventually sweep across all of Lan Star.
If things went poorly, certain decisions would become stained with karma that consumed the mind, forcing him to devote even more energy to resolving it. Otherwise, it would affect his state of mind in the future.
Star Lord?
It was nothing more than a thankless hard labor job.
Thinking of this, Nangong let out a long sigh.