The Sword Has Been Drawn!
Lan Ling asked, "You came to find me—don't tell me you just wanted to ask about fishing?"
"Of course not." Lin Bai smiled, then drew a deep breath. Looking at the sky, he said softly, "Uncle Lan Ling, I plan to go to the Central Sacred Nation!"
Smack—
When Lin Bai said he planned to go to the Central Sacred Nation, he clearly felt Lan Ling's breathing pause for a brief moment.
A moment later, Lan Ling returned to normal and chuckled. "That isn't a good place. The first time your father went there, he already stumbled badly!"
"When do you plan to leave?"
Lin Bai said, "I'll set off immediately after visiting you!"
"Good!" Lan Ling replied, then said, "Remember this well: the Central Sacred Nation is the sacred land of martial arts on the Barren Ancient Continent. The martial artists there are extraordinarily powerful. Experts of the Apex Realm, who are difficult to find in the Eastern Continent and Southern Continent, may be commonplace in the Central Sacred Nation!"
"In the Central Sacred Nation, you must remember this above all else: never provoke three kinds of people!"
Lin Bai frowned. "Which three kinds of people?"
Lan Ling said, "Beggers by the roadside, monks of the Buddhist sect, and officials of the Sacred Nation."
Lin Bai asked, "Why?"
Lan Ling shook his head. "Just remember it. There's no need to ask further."
Lin Bai nodded silently.
Afterward, the two sat together, falling silent for a long while.
Their eyes were filled with contemplation and profound thought. No one knew what they were pondering.
After a while, Lan Ling spoke again. "Are you truly ready?"
Lin Bai said, "I've been preparing for more than ten years!"
Lan Ling's voice suddenly turned hoarse, as though excitement