Jiang Ping An admitted that his thoughts were very dark; he believed the Immortal Wood Clan might make him take the blame.
But he would rather overthink than put himself in danger.
He had to consider every possible danger.
What was more, the Immortal Wood Clan's higher-ups had been infected by the blood, and the Blazing Yao Clan had taken the opportunity to strike at the Immortal Wood Clan's core territory.
If this continued, the Immortal Wood Clan would very likely fall.
When that happened, he would be in danger as well.
Leaving immediately was the best choice.
However, Jiang Ping An and Zhou He had barely flown any distance.
Several figures caught up from behind.
The leader was Cheng Yi, a Sixth Level God King.
"Daoist Jiang, where are you going?"
"I heard that the Immortal Wood Clan is facing a crisis. I was preparing to head to the front lines and join the battle, to help the Immortal Wood Clan overcome this crisis."
Without any hesitation, Jiang Ping An immediately made up an excuse.
Cheng Yi said with concern, "There is no need for Daoist Jiang's help with this matter. Daoist Jiang should hurry back to the clan. It is too dangerous outside, lest you encounter an attack."
Hearing that the other party was still concerned for their safety, Zhou He began to suspect that his boss might have been overthinking things.
Jiang Ping An activated his shield, enveloping Zhou He within it, then suddenly accelerated.
"No, I must do my part for the Immortal Wood Clan. I have to go to the battlefield!"
When Cheng Yi saw Jiang Ping An continuing to flee outward, the concern vanished from his face, replaced by icy coldness.
"Jiang Ping An, return to the clan at once, or do not blame