"I understand."
Wang Jun nodded.
"Since we're done here, let's go."
Dantai Duanhong said, "Now that you're going back, it's time you properly prepared to condense your Nascent Soul."
"Mm."
Wang Jun seemed deep in thought, with a trace of hesitation on his face.
"What is it?"
Dantai Duanhong saw that something was off. "You want to go back and save your master?"
Wang Jun tacitly admitted it.
The Righteous-Demonic War was no longer merely a chaotic battle in Guangren Dao. The whole world was in great chaos.
The Shengyun Sect where he belonged was currently under siege, and the situation did not look optimistic.
There was no Zhang Huaiqing in the Shengyun Sect...
If things continued according to the previous situation, the Shengyun Sect feared it would face the calamity of annihilation.
Wang Jun himself was only a Late Golden Core cultivator. Even if he insisted on going back to save them, he would merely be a mantis trying to block a chariot.
"Have you thought this through?"
Dantai Duanhong said gravely, "If you insist on doing this, This Venerable One can help you. But the situation there is very complicated. Once we go, we may not be able to leave. You must think it through.
Wang Jun frowned. "Even you have no confidence, Senior?"
"I was sealed away for far too long. Only a wisp of my remnant soul remains, while you are too frail. Even if I control your body, I cannot wield even one-tenth of This Venerable One's strength, and I cannot maintain it for long."
Dantai Duanhong said faintly, "Once the possession ends, if we still have not escaped, then only a dead end awaits us."
"How many chances?"
Wang Jun paused. "What are our chances of leaving alive?"
After a moment of silence, Dantai