In the Eastern Wastelands, nearly half of the Sacred Lands' Saint Heirs and sacred ladies were present, likely to become future Peacock Kings, representing the future and hope.
If Ye Fan were to strike recklessly and kill everyone present, it would be tantamount to wiping out the younger generation of the Eastern Wastelands.
This would inevitably lead to a dearth of talent, severing an entire era—an incalculable and enormous loss, chilling to the very bone merely to contemplate.
"It's you…" Yao Xi said very calmly, speaking only these two words.
"Yes, it's me," Ye Fan replied, conjuring a golden hand to tilt her chin, his expression indifferent.
These words seemed ordinary, and bystanders would not have paid them much heed. In truth, however, the two were engaged in a hidden battle of wits, one that perhaps only the Yaochi Saintess beside them could understand.
