After listening, Wang felt a chill in his heart for this man.
Nascent Soul cultivators from the same faction had actually chosen to throw stones at someone who had fallen into a well. One had to know, the Saint Sect had not moved to kill because they did not want to stir up an all-out war. Who would have thought the other side simply did not want him anymore?
Had they known this would happen, the Saint Sect would not have forced this man so hard to knead Spirit Stones by hand. Perhaps they might even have turned an enemy into a friend. After all, Yellow Springs Temple had been the first to abandon him.
Thinking about it now, Wang Yu suddenly said, "Tell me, could it be that Yellow Springs Temple received news that this man's cultivation had already fallen to the Nascent Soul First Layer, that he had no potential left to speak of, and that's why they gave up on him?"
Zuoqiu Ming pondered.
"That's possible, but it won't be the whole reason. More than that, it's still the bitter fruit caused by the power struggles within Yellow Springs Temple."
"How tragic..."
"It is."
As they spoke, the two exchanged a glance, then raised their cups together and drank deeply.
"What do you plan to do next? Will you participate in the struggle over Moon Chase Province?"
"No. That side has nothing to do with Guiling."
Wang Yu immediately shook his head and refused, then voiced his new plan.
"I'm preparing to take men to attack Sanmao City. Do you want to come along?"
"Sanmao City... Little Talisman Lord Luo Chen's territory?"
As Zuoqiu Ming mulled it over, he looked towards him with a strange gaze.
"He and Second Brother Zhuo can be considered of the same