"It might not necessarily be so..." Xiao Hua hesitated, then said, "Fellow Daoist Huang Tong believes that there is only one true World-Ending Mayfly. The mayflies we have seen are merely larval insects bred by this Mayfly Mother Worm. Perhaps if we find the mother worm and kill it in a surprise attack, the World-Ending Mayflies will no longer be able to reproduce. If we then destroy all those larval insects, the apocalyptic crisis facing the Three Great Continents will be resolved!"
"The Three Great Continents and the Three Rivers and Four Seas are so vast!" Zixia sighed. "How could we possibly find a single mother worm?"
"Do the Confucian cultivators not often say that with enough effort, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle? It may not be impossible to try!" Xiao Hua's words carried no small amount of sarcasm.
Yet Princess Zixia did not take it to heart. Instead, she continued, "Great Sect Leader Master, let me ask one more thing. How large can your Kunlun Immortal Realm be? Can it accommodate more ordinary people from the Three Great Continents?"
At the mention of ordinary people, Xiao Hua sneered even more coldly. A faint ache rose in his heart, and a trace of mockery once again appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Zixia, you know the Kingdom of Xiao, don't you?"
Seeing the cold smile on Xiao Hua's lips and hearing his question, Princess Zixia already understood what he wished to say. She had grown up in the Immortal Palace, studied the arts of emperors, and read extensively about the people's lives and customs across the Cangxian Continent. How could she not know the ignorance and foolishness of ordinary folk? She sighed softly within her heart and nodded. "Of course I do!"
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