Upon hearing Zhao Feng's words, Ping Xin's expression remained calm and unperturbed, as if the rise and fall of all things in the world could not stir a single ripple in her heart.
"The Dragon, Phoenix, Qilin clans, the Witch and Demon clans, and even the subsequent Divine Enthronement battle."
Ping Xin's voice was gentle yet carried a firm conviction of the Heavenly Dao's grand design: "Ultimately, it's all determined by the grand design of the Heavenly Dao, with arrangements beyond mortal control."
"What hidden truths could there possibly be within this?"
Listening to Ping Xin's response.
Zhao Feng smiled slightly, revealing a faint, ambiguous smile.
He keenly sensed that within Ping Xin's seemingly calm retort, there was already a hint of wavering.
Indeed.
Zhao Feng felt that his purpose for coming to the Underworld today already had a chance of success.
"So if this junior were to tell you, your ladyship."
