Wang Ping agreed with Yu Lian's guess. A Star God whose power was infinitely close to the Third Realm, even in a half-mad state, wasn't someone he could drive completely insane just by tossing a few Power Pills. Someone must have intentionally thrown the scene into chaos to take advantage of the situation.
The facts of what just happened all pointed to one thing: it was the work of those two Gold Cultivators.
"Something about today feels strange. Logically, for something this important, the Celestial Water Sect should have dispatched their own cultivators to guard the area." Wang Ping cast a cleansing spell on himself, removing the water from his body before landing lightly on the riverbank.
"What do you think is going on?"
"I don't know!"
As they spoke, a glint flashed in Wang Ping's eyes. He hid himself in the darkness. A moment later, a half-palm-sized Puppet Bird descended from the sky, hovering where Wang Ping had just been.
