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Wait, could it be that Tiandong has already arrived? That person must be hiding in some corner, listening to my conversation with Chen Zongbiao, which is why he knows those things. Bu Luo only knows what he knows.
Gu Ping quickly calmed himself and analyzed the situation, refusing to be intimidated by the person before him. He understood that this individual had ulterior motives; at least he, Minghong, was aware of his own circumstances, which were clearer than Liu Lao Jiu's.
What do I want? Money, or perhaps those cultivators are all after something. Bu Luo thinks I wouldn't want that; at least he believes I shouldn't be a Bright Red Person.
Am I not a Bright Red Person? I don't deny it. The man adjusted his Yi Dong clothing and patted the Night Cloak as he approached Gu Ping. He was Zhuang Zhixian, and he likely wanted something from me that I couldn't provide.
Then why am I here looking for him? Gu Ping pointed to the stone table and stone chairs. The three of them walked eastward, unless those people could give me something.
But they didn't want to give him anything, Zhuang Zhixian said calmly. Gu Ping didn't deny it, but he felt a deep anger and resentment in his words, so he thought about taking it for himself.
I can't take it from them; those people are too strong, at least stronger than me. Liu Lao Jiu interjected, knowing that the person before them was at most on par with Bu Luo. How could he compete with a group of late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators or even those about to break through to Golden Core?
So he came here. Zhuang Zhixian pointed at himself with both legs; at least he thought that obtaining that thing might allow him to exchange it for what he wanted.
I think too much; I'm not much stronger than him. Let alone that I am just a tiny ant compared to the vast powers of the World of Mortals. Gu Ping looked at Zhuang Zhixian.
The implication was clear: Zhuang Zhixian understood what Gu Ping meant. He wanted to express that he was no more than an ant, while Bu Luo was just a slightly larger ant.
Zhuang Zhixian didn't keep quiet; it seemed like he was contemplating. Gu Ping suddenly felt that Zhuang Zhixian was stating his reasons while trying to extract information from him.
Am I extracting information from him? Is it really so easy to calculate?
Zhuang Zhixian knew that Gu Ping was not lying; he could confirm that there was something in Gu Ping's heart. "I don't deny it," he said, shifting the conversation. "I need someone, someone like him. Perhaps I can survive Dong Lai."
Oh, why should I think that someone like me, who is at best equal to him, could take such risks? As he spoke, Gu Ping pointed at Liu Lao Jiu.
"Hey, it sounds like you look down on me," Liu Lao Jiu grumbled from the side, yet his hand remained firmly on the hilt of his knife, wary of the man before Zhuang Zhixian.
Because I am very ruthless, and he can be.
When Zhuang Zhixian uttered those words, he leaned forward, almost pressing his face against Gu Ping's, speaking in a rough voice that sent chills down one's spine.
Gu Ping was indeed clever and calm enough. However, he was also quite ruthless and unscrupulous. If Gu Ping had been less scrupulous, perhaps he would have already uncovered those secrets of cultivation or managed to forge alliances with other sects long ago.
But Gu Ping had not. He knew that only by noon tomorrow would he decide to test the waters. Before this moment, he had held onto fantasies about his life and hoped for a shred of compassion in the world of cultivation. But was there really any?
Moreover, I did not understand the dynamics of the cultivation world; neither did he. Yet he understood far more than both of us combined.
What did I want?
He said it himself; he wanted something I could not give him.
The atmosphere became tense for a moment. Now Zhuang Zhixian sought cooperation to take risks, but why should Gu Ping trust him? Why should he believe someone who hides their intentions? Why trust someone who acts without scruples? Why trust someone who plays both sides?
Yet Zhuang Zhixian appeared calm and collected. He was certain that Gu Ping would understand him. He believed that Gu Ping was a person who grasped the situation well and remained composed. Moreover, Zhuang Zhixian had indeed hit the nail on the head earlier; he could act without scruples while Gu Ping could not. Thus, Gu Ping lacked someone who could act without hesitation—someone who could at least increase his chances of survival in this perilous game, even though the chances of surviving Dong Lai still seemed bleak.
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