Ji Wushi had gone that far in Xia Que Festival Hall, and Li Qingyun naturally appreciated it.
But he absolutely could not remain in the Cosmos Legion any longer!
Even his towering merits could not outweigh a casual word from Xia Yuzhen. What was the point of staying in such a rotten place?
Having come this far, Li Qingyun naturally refused to let his Dao heart be stifled and wronged.
Now, borrowing the situation of the great frontline war and the aftershocks of the collision between the laws of the two Cosmos Civilizations—the Witch and the Eternal—he had created and evolved the Human Race Cosmos Civilization Law, the Native Dao Law. His gains had already been immense.
Taking this opportunity to retire after achieving success while preserving his reputation as the "War God"—was that not splendid?
In others' eyes, the Xia Clan had suppressed him until he had no power to resist.
But how could they know that this poor Daoist had deliberately fanned the flames toward this outcome, withdrawing from this whirlpool of death with perfect justification?
"Lord Ji, after this poor Daoist leaves, I must trouble you to look after the Shang Clan's descendants. Mm, and Captain He Wu as well. It is no longer appropriate for her to remain here. If there is an opportunity, transfer her to the Ji Clan Legion..."
Li Qingyun set down his teacup. With a flick of his sleeve, two more bottles of Five Tremors Qingquan Potion flew out.
When asking someone to handle a matter, one could naturally not lack proper "courtesy."
To settle the Shang Clan's descendants, along with one little soldier, He Wu, he had sent out two bottles of Five Tremors Qingquan Potion. That was quite a weighty gift.
Ji Wushi's expression softened at once. Smiling, he said,