Li Ping'an sat cross-legged on the meditation mat outside Zixiao Palace, unable to stop his mind from wandering.
'Hongjun wouldn't sell me out, would he?'
'After all, he still has to count on this Transcender to lend him a hand.'
'The key now is whether my earlier shouting and crying were audible to the Three Pure Ones.'
It wasn't entirely baseless speculation; there were clues to follow.
Hongjun's ultimate goal was transcendence. Achieving sainthood by his own strength had grown increasingly hopeless, and he had missed the opportunity to Hedao and perfect the Heavenly Dao. Among the paths laid before Hongjun, not one offered [retreat].
To truly understand a person, one shouldn't focus on what they say, but on what they do.
What had Hongjun done since the ancient era?
Defeated Luohou, shattered the Creation Jade Disc, and willingly gave up on Hedao;
Claimed to ignore the affairs of heaven and earth, yet carried out numerous plans and arrangements;
