The Path to Heaven Isn't Flat, Only the Body Can be Honed

"Wang Mingyuan, what are you trying to do?" Holy God stared at the approaching Wang Mingyuan and asked sternly.

"Do you know why no one has bothered with you all these years? Jing Daoxian would rather face Death than cooperate with you?" Wang Mingyuan said indifferently as he looked at Holy God.

"Why?" Holy God frowned. He never understood why Wang Mingyuan and Jing Daoxian weren't willing to cooperate with him.

Cooperation was clearly beneficial to everyone, allowing them to take fewer detours and better understand those matters, but Jing Daoxian and Wang Mingyuan had rejected him.

Wang Mingyuan had rejected him. It could be said that Wang Mingyuan wasn't willing to share the secrets he had obtained, but Jing Daoxian hadn't obtained it. All he had obtained was the Lost Immortal Sutra that he couldn't cultivate.

He had a way to heal Jing Daoxian's injured body, but even so, Jing Daoxian wasn't willing to cooperate with him. This puzzled Holy God.