Wang Yu had wanted to kill him more than once or twice.
He dragged Wang Yu down like a pig, and after gaining power, he even tried to snatch Wang Yu's credit. Back then, Wang Yu had paid the price of an arm before he earned the qualification to be promoted to the Outer Sect.
And Duan Ping? He had done nothing, had even screwed Wang Yu over several times, yet he had received the greatest benefit. Su Yulong had rewarded him with three thousand Contribution Points. Wang Yu had investigated this matter, and in his heart, he understood it perfectly.
He truly deserved to die!
On the road out of the sect, he had watched Duan Ping the entire way. Wang Yu had deliberately frightened him a few times, and after secretly leaving a divine sense mark on him, he no longer toyed with him out of malicious amusement.
Speaking of which, this was still the first time he had left the sect without a suitable flying magical artifact for transport—the Bone Boat on the trip to Profound Bone Mountain, the Land Boat on the trip to Spider Mountain.
They were all good treasures.
This trip to the farthest Great Lake Spirit Domain, on the other hand, had none. According to last time's experience, there would be multiple stopovers along the way, and it would take three months at the latest to arrive.
Last time, they had been returning, bringing along a string of prison carts filled with Spirit Slaves. This time, they were traveling light, so their speed should be much faster.
After they left the sect, Wang Yu took the initiative to move beside Old Man Ning and chat with him. Perhaps worried that Wang Yu bore a grudge in his heart, before Wang Yu could speak,