Yang Lake.
Would the world fall into chaos?
Upon hearing Jiang Ning's question, Zhong Yue's expression briefly turned dazed.
He instinctively wanted to say that the world was peaceful!
But he knew he could not deceive himself, much less Jiang Ning.
Anyone with even a little vision could tell that people from all corners of the world were already itching to make a move.
The Ghosts and Spirits that had originally lain low for so long were also itching to make a move.
Yet that Martial Saint still had not shown himself.
Who did not know that the Martial Saint's Life Limit had arrived?
Once that Martial Saint, who had suppressed the world for more than eight hundred years, passed away, the world would explode like a powder keg. Within a single day, war beacons would flare everywhere.
"As long as he lives, the world will not descend into chaos!" Zhong Yue said.
"Then what state is he in now? Does Prefect Zhong know?" Jiang Ning asked.
Zhong Yue shook his head. "I don't know! In this world, there are probably only a handful of people who know his current state! But I imagine it can't be very good!"
After he finished speaking, the two fell silently quiet.
At that moment, Jiang Ning's mind was filled with thoughts.
Beside Luo River Lake.
A phantom flashed, and a man dressed in black robes with white lining appeared by the shore.
Before him, waves churned in layers, stirred up by the lake wind.
The hem of the man's robe, flowing like drifting clouds, was lifted by the oncoming lake wind and cracked loudly in the air.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his long hair whipped in the wind.
"According to the information sent from below, that Great Demon White Dragon should