"Are you going to continue hunting down Ling Wuchen?"
Jiang Fan froze for a moment, then nodded.
"Only three people remain on the Jietian Battlefield now!"
"Ling Wuchen still has four portions of Law Source Liquid. Naturally, I must take them from him!"
His heart stirred as he looked toward the white-robed old man in the void.
"Senior, are you saying..."
"Ling Wuchen cannot be killed either?"
"Has he also caught the attention of a sect?"
The white-robed old man nodded slightly.
"That's right!"
"Ling Wuchen of the Eastern Mystic Realm possesses extraordinary talent in the path of the sword. His Ascending Immortal Sword Intent has reached the Initial Glimpse stage, and he has likewise drawn the attention of a sword sect from the Supreme Sacred Realm!"
"A talent like him should not perish in conflicts of the lower realms!"
Jiang Fan smiled.
"Rest assured, Senior. This junior is not bloodthirsty!"
"Ling Wuchen and I bear no deep hatred toward one another!"
"I only seek those four portions of Law Source Liquid. I will not harm his life!"
"The Jietian Battlefield operates by the rules of competing for resources. Since his strength is inferior to ours, it is only right for him to hand over the source liquid!"
The white-robed old man shook his head, his gaze profound.
"Young friend, you have already gathered thirty portions of Law Source Liquid!"
"Across the thirty-six Jietian realms, there are only thirty-six portions in total! You alone possess thirty—more than eighty percent!"
"The outcome of this Jietian War is no longer in doubt!"
"Continuing to fight will only add needless losses!"
"It would also do no good for that young sword cultivator's Dao Heart!"
Since matters had been put this plainly, Jiang Fan could not continue forcibly tracking Ling Wuchen.
"Senior is right!"