Meeting the Dao Lord!

Wang Ping's voice echoed through the great hall like the tolling of a golden bell, shaking the Dao sounds.

At that moment, Xia Qinghou suddenly did not want to die.

Damn it, if Wang Ping had failed to ask anything and he had then gloriously died for the cause, there would surely have been a place for him among the Guardian Court's Dao Gods. Death would have been nothing more than a cool summer night.

But now, things were different.

Heaven knew what this Water Qi Dao Son was up to. In any case, Wang Ping had not asked him a single thing. He had muttered to himself for ages, then suddenly had an epiphany with a little "ah."

To be honest, Xia Qinghou did not know whether Wang Ping was right or wrong. But Wang Ping's reasoning was well-founded and frighteningly convincing, and some of the details were indeed true. For example, he really was a direct subordinate whom Light-Holding Cinnabar Sun True Person had temporarily promoted, and he really had received orders to pin the blame on Water Qi.

Since the details were right, perhaps the truth was not wrong either?

So all the schemes and calculations behind his lord had been inexplicably comprehended out of thin air by this Water Qi Dao Son, a mere Lower Cultivator?

Heavens preserve him!

Xia Qinghou's scalp went numb. He knew with his butt that if he told anyone about this after returning, not one out of ten would believe him.

Compared to believing that the Water Qi Dao Son had grasped his lord's arrangements from thin air, they would sooner believe that he had leaked secrets, then revoke his qualifications to become a Dao God...

At that thought, Xia Qinghou immediately realized:

"I can't die!"

At this rate, dying might