Hearing this, Wei Wuji straightened, fixed his gaze on Gu Yuanqing, and said, "Do you truly intend to make an enemy of me?"
"I have only ever sought peace. If others leave me alone, I leave them alone. As long as you abide by the rules, so will I! But if you want to make me your blade, we will have to see whether you have the ability. We are all cultivators; there is no need to waste words." Gu Yuanqing's voice was calm, yet threaded with coldness.
Wei Wuji's gaze grew colder. "I intended to give everyone in the Exquisite Realm Domain a chance and leave everything to heavenly mandate. That was why, when myriad Dao convergence appeared all those years ago, I never intervened, allowing you to contend with the younger generation of the Primordial Divine Sect.
"It seems I was wrong, after all. I nurtured a tiger only to invite disaster. Since you refuse to cherish this opportunity, you have only yourself to blame for the consequences. At most, I will wait a few more years and cultivate another practitioner of the Way of Creation."
Gu Yuanqing laughed. "The way you put it, I sound like someone who cannot recognize a favor."
Wei Wuji looked coldly at Gu Yuanqing. By this point, both understood that words alone could not change either man's position or choices—not unless they could offer further trump cards or benefits.
To Wei Wuji, however, Gu Yuanqing's purpose was to sever the connection between the people of Great Wei and the Demon Lord's soul, allowing him to reclaim his own power.
Yet Gu Yuanqing clearly had no intention of becoming his blade. That meant he was of no use to him. Indeed, as Wei Wuji had just said, Gu Yuanqing had already become a