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With a snort, Gan Yuan's face turned crimson at Gu Ping's words. He had been maintaining a smile, but it finally faltered, causing even Hong Ling and Hong Yulong nearby to burst into laughter.
In a fit of anger, Gan Yuan shouted at Gu Ping.
He was teasing me, so I would bite back—come on, bring it on!
Watching Gu Ping make ridiculous gestures, Liu Lao Jiu chuckled as he sipped his drink, pondering Gu Ping's antics.
He knew that Gu Ping had been suppressing himself for too long and was looking for an outlet to vent his frustrations. After all, Gu Ping was currently facing threats from those doors. If he didn’t tease Yi Dong now, he might miss the chance altogether.
I feared he might kill me right then and take what he wanted. After all, I was just a mere mortal; to him, killing me wouldn’t be harder than squashing an ant.
If he killed me, I would probably never get what I sought in this lifetime.
Should I test him?
I wanted to see if he would tell me where he went yesterday afternoon.
I didn’t think giving the item to the Yang Family would lead to my demise either.
Would he really hand over the item to them so easily?
"Am I going to die sooner or later if I don't speak up?"
If he doesn't speak out, it seems he will surely die here.
The atmosphere had reached a stalemate; everyone could see the little schemes of Gan Yuan, and Minghong's face was flushed with embarrassment. Perhaps even he himself had no hope that Gu Ping would reveal anything. He remained silent, repeatedly contemplating whether there was any chance left.
Gu Ping appeared much calmer than Gan Yuan. He poured himself a glass of wine and savored it slowly, giving Gan Yuan some time to think. This composure in the face of such a crisis was something that made Hong Ling and Hong Yulong regard Gu Ping with a newfound respect. Most people would not possess such qualities under pressure.
Little did they know that Gu Ping's calmness was a result of the months spent under the weight of crisis. If he didn't transform, death would be inevitable. Thus, Gu Ping chose to remain composed and grow stronger, allowing him to manage the immense pressure and seek opportunities to survive.
It seemed clear to him what situation he was in.
At this point, Gan Yuan felt like he was Minghong himself. The young man before him was more Minghong than anyone else in this dire situation—a situation where death was certain. Given how things had unfolded, what could he possibly hope for? It seemed he could do nothing at all.
At least it was better than deceiving oneself.
So what should I do?
"I don't deny it," he thought. But what about us? What do we want?
Them? Gan Yuan frowned, not understanding Minghong or Gu Ping's intentions.
Chen Zongbiao is dead; are we responsible for that? I can't help but feel we're being too greedy. We want to kill the righteous, and we also want to eliminate those who know too much. Do we really think we can get away with this? Is the Jade Void Sect afraid of being overwhelmed?
Relying solely on the Jade Void Sect would not suffice, but if the Five Great Gates were to join forces, would those small requests truly satisfy their appetites?
Thus, the key lies not in the bright individuals; our most pressing matter is the encirclement of those who embody light. Is what he said wrong? Gu Ping took another drink and then stood up, heading towards Gan Yuan. Before Gan Yuan could speak, Gu Ping continued, "That thing must be taken from his leg, right? Once the light knows that thing has fallen into their grasp, I say they are quite adept at playing with fire. Our encirclement plan— I don't deny it— is just that."
Watching Gu Ping make a flowing gesture, Gan Yuan suddenly felt that this seemingly ordinary mortal had an inscrutable aura about him.
Could those matters truly be concluded based solely on his guesses? If not, then that person must be terrifying. If I don't deny it, then perhaps behind him lies a force unknown to me. As Gan Yuan observed Gu Ping drawing closer, he recalled the Yang Family he had mentioned earlier. Could it be related to the Yang Family? Gan Yuan pondered silently.
He could tell me where Jie Donglai was headed, but would Gu Ping turn eastward? They exchanged glances before Gu Ping said, "If we win, he can give us that thing for the Little Guy. If we lose, then that thing will likely have nothing to do with us."
Gan Yuan did not want to look into Gu Ping's emotionless eyes any longer. He closed his eyes and nodded, saying, "Alright, Bu Luo will know." He fell silent, unable to make any promises.
"Great Green Mountain," he thought he should know. Gu Ping spoke while turning to leave. He held no hope for my promise and even felt that such a promise might be somewhat unnecessary.
As he watched Gu Ping disappear from view, Gan Yuan wanted to say something but ultimately held his tongue. He knew that promise was destined to be void; he could not represent the Jade Void Sect in making any commitments, nor could anyone else represent the sect in making any promises.
Gu Ping's visit tomorrow would likely only serve to inform them of Jie Donglai's whereabouts. As for that promise, who knew if it would even matter to a Little Monk like Gu De? Whether or not it remained was entirely up to him.
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