The Spirit Realm was entirely different.
In the Spirit Realm, he had offended quite a few cultivators, but among those people, the highest backing any of them possessed was basically only at the Mahayana level...
Once he broke through to Mahayana, they would no longer be worth fearing.
The only danger was the Feather Dragon Clan. Yet the conflict between him and that clan was not impossible to resolve. At the very least, the Feather Dragon Clan did not know that he had once ambushed and killed their Prince Qing... and had lived within their clan for a time under the identity of a Purple Zenith Realm remnant.
On the surface, he had no conflict with the Feather Dragon Clan.
"This is..."
As Wei Tu pondered his plans for the future, Ruan Shui'er, who lay atop the cliff, slowly awakened as well.
But she quickly recalled what had happened. The instant she rose, vigilance flashed across her face, and she immediately circulated the spiritual power within her body and fled into the distance.
However, after flying only a short while, Ruan Shui'er came to her senses and realized that she seemed to have already escaped danger.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to leave so "freely" now.
"Senior, you are..." She halted her escape light, first looking worriedly at the unconscious middle-aged beautiful woman lying on the cliff as well, before cautiously asking Wei Tu.
But after saying this, Ruan Shui'er felt that it was inappropriate. She respectfully drew her sleeves together and bowed to Wei Tu, then directly thanked him for saving both her and Aunt Liu.
After those words fell.
Wei Tu, seated cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes. He nodded faintly and accepted Ruan Shui'er's thanks.
"Still, there is no need to thank me for this.