"All this disciple seeks is peaceful cultivation!"
Zhou Yi hurriedly bowed and explained. Earlier, his inadvertent show of detachment and lack of desires stood out too much in the fiercely competitive Cultivation World.
In the eyes of mortals, cultivators revere a tranquil heart and disdain fame and fortune.
But in truth, cultivators' desires burn even fiercer, spending centuries or millennia in pursuit of longevity. Their obsessions grow deeper by the day, rivaling heart demons—only, they're simply unconcerned with gold and silver, pearls and jewels.
"This humble Daoist is well aware."
Xiao Yunzi nodded slightly and said, "If you move secretly in private while harboring overwhelming karma, who could avoid suspecting you of plotting some grand scheme to upend the Divine Continent?"
Should an Immortal suspect him, there'd be no need to seek proof; Zhou Yi would be sent straight into reincarnation.
"I request the Sect Master act to subdue the Shangshui Dragon Clan."
