The next time he fell into danger, he would not have this same good fortune—not just happen to have Lin Xuan come and rescue him.
Besides, a true man stood beneath heaven and above the earth; in all things, he had to rely on himself. How could he keep hoping someone would come to his aid?
He could not stay in the Yutong Realm anymore, but leaving this place was easier said than done.
Although, as the small realm ranked first in the Spirit World, it certainly had an Inter-boundary Teleportation Array.
But it was definitely located in the largest Immortal City, with security so tight it was like a forest of blades. If he went there now, would that not be walking straight into the trap?
Doing so would be foolish beyond measure, but if he did not leave the Yutong Realm, where could he go now?
For a time, Tinglou fell into a dilemma where advancing and retreating were both impossible.
What sort of clever cultivator was Lin Xuan?
Seeing Wang Tinglou's expression, how could he not know what was troubling him?
Seeing that the other party found it hard to speak, Lin Xuan simply laid it out: "Brother Tinglou, are you planning to leave this place?"
"That's right. I plan to return to the Nailong Realm."
Since Lin Xuan had already said this much, there was no point in Wang Tinglou dodging around it anymore, and he admitted it frankly: "Princess of Ten Thousand Flood Dragons won't let me off. In the Yutong Realm, this foolish elder brother can't take a single step. However, I am not a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator, and tearing open the void to shuttle between small realms is also something I cannot do."
"Fellow Daoist means you cannot return to the Nailong