Lin Junwu

"Jiang Family, what have you decided?"

At the same time, the voice of the Black-robed Old Man, one of the Two Emissaries of Wuji, rang out above the Jiang Family like a vast, mighty divine voice.

Seeing this, the White-robed Old Man also laughed. "I say, your Jiang Family is something else. So many people dream of participating in the Extreme Martial Trial but suffer for lack of qualifications, yet you still need to hesitate this long."

"Two esteemed emissaries, forgive us, but my Jiang Family cannot allow Jiang Yan to participate in the Extreme Martial Trial."

Jiang Wuhui flew out of the Jiang Family and arrived before the Two Emissaries of Wuji, an apologetic look on his face.

"Tsk, do you really think what you say carries any weight?" the Black-robed Old Man said impatiently. "Have your daughter participate in the Extreme Martial Trial three months from now. If she survives, her path of cultivation will naturally be smooth sailing. If she doesn't, that only means her skills were inferior."

"Does the Great Emperor Jíwǔ feel the same way?" Jiang Wuhui asked grimly.

"The Great Emperor placed the authority to choose the participants in our hands. Naturally, we can represent the Great Emperor's will in this matter," the Black-robed Old Man snorted.

"What if my daughter refuses to go?" Jiang Wuhui asked.

"Heh." The Black-robed Old Man let out a cold laugh. "Then wait and see whether your Jiang Family will still exist in the Dao Realm by then."

With that, the Black-robed Old Man looked at the White-robed Old Man. "Chen Zhihe, what are you standing around for? Give the Extreme Martial Token to the Jiang Family and have them hand it to Jiang Yan."

"Don't you have one? And don't order me around," the White-robed Old Man,