Qinghe Mountain.
Fang Xi, who was meticulously studying the Pre-Heaven Magnetic Disc, furrowed his brow, calculated with his fingers, and then let out a cold laugh, "What a worthless trifle, daring to entangle with me?"
He had already foreseen impending doom.
"At this time, Shu Mountain is at the peak of its power, bolstered by the fortune of the righteous and demonic struggle; it is not wise to clash with them..."
"If I just keep a low profile like a shrinking turtle, I could avoid this calamity."
"But if I show off and venture out, the outcome is not so certain."
"However, even if I could avoid this disaster, future accumulations of fateful calamities would lead to even more severe deathly tribulations!"
Having finished his calculations, Fang Xi let out another cold laugh.
He wasn't the father of Zhuo Yifan and Peng Xifan, and certainly wouldn't be eagerly saving anyone.
