"I thought I would never see you again."
The Golden Tree, the incarnation of the world will, spoke in an aged voice that echoed through the Mysterious Space.
He was the soul of the Douluo Continent, and every movement on the continent fell under his watch.
Yes.
Watch, not control.
Still, the speed at which Qin Xiao's cultivation had risen left even him speechless with astonishment. It had far exceeded his expectations.
It was already beyond his grasp.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Qin Xiao smiled casually. He had heard the wariness in the plane will's tone.
The plane will, for his part, was perfectly frank. "Your cultivation is at least equivalent to that of a First-Level God. As I am now, 'weak' is all it takes to describe me before you. With your cultivation, sealing me away or erasing me would take no more than a flick of your finger."
He had realized that he might as well face it openly rather than try to hide his feelings.
As for what fate awaited him next, he had already come to terms with it.
Let fate take its course.
What can I do when my life lies in heaven's hands, not my own?
Qin Xiao fell silent for a while at this, then suddenly smiled.
"Sealing away or erasing the plane will and becoming the ruler of the Douluo Continent would indeed be a good choice. But although I, Qin Xiao, am no gentleman of impeccable virtue, I still know to repay kindness.
"If not for your help, my cultivation could never have advanced so quickly..."
He came to repay me? The plane will did not know whether Qin Xiao meant what he said.
But those words eased his mind considerably.
With Qin Xiao's current cultivation, there was no need