Luo Bei watched Old Zhao Nan and Jin Hu's figures slowly melt into the night.
Everything that needed to be said had been said. Under such circumstances, after a long-awaited reunion, there was no telling what else they could say. Moreover, having seen Luo Bei, regardless of his cultivation, Old Zhao Nan was already greatly comforted that Luo Bei had made it here at such a time. What he had done was enough.
Luo Bei did not say much either. Time was still pressing, and there were still many things to do.
The Northern Bright King had emerged from seclusion. Although he had not killed Qi Lianlian, he had destroyed Qi Lianlian's physical body. Kuang Wuxin was currently stirring up rebellion in Kunlun. At this moment, Kunlun's power in the world was at its weakest.
"Now truly is our chance." Watching the aged Old Zhao Nan disappear into the night, Luo Bei slowly turned and said to Tong Bugu beside him, "Before, we could say we had always been on the defensive. Now, it is time for us to take the initiative and attack."
"What do you want me to do?" Tong Bugu asked Luo Bei without hesitation. The longer he had known Luo Bei, the more Tong Bugu discovered how Luo Bei differed from others. It also made him increasingly certain that only someone like Luo Bei could contend with Qi Lianlian and Kunlun. And now, it truly was time to do something. Thus, though Tong Bugu's figure still appeared refined and elegant in the night, an air of slaughter unconsciously seeped into his seemingly gentle voice.
"I want you to ensure that he returns safely to Zhaoyao Mountain." Luo Bei glanced toward where Old Zhao Nan had vanished, then looked at Tong Bugu. "I know Zhaoyao Mountain will