Before the manor.
Jiang Ning strode out quickly.
"My Lord!"
"Greetings, my Lord!" Zhao Yulong and Bai Luoyu cupped their hands in salute to Jiang Ning one after another.
"Prefect Zhao, Brother Bai, you are being far too formal! There is no need for this between us!" Jiang Ning said.
Then he raised a hand and gestured. "You two, please come inside first and we will talk."
"All right!" The two nodded and followed Jiang Ning through the manor gates.
The moment they entered the front yard, both of them were immediately drawn to the plaque hanging before the hall in the front yard.
"Martial Champion Under Heaven!" Bai Luoyu slowly read out the four large characters on the plaque, envy in his eyes.
"The youngest Martial Champion!" He revealed a look of emotion again.
Zhao Yulong could not help looking at it a few more times as well, captivated by the plaque.
"My Lord's journey to the Royal Capital this time was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss, a flood dragon entering the sea," he said.
Jiang Ning shook his head helplessly. "But when the tree stands tall above the forest, the wind is sure to destroy it! This journey has also brought disaster upon me."
Hearing this, Zhao Yulong instantly thought of what had just happened.
Although he had not recognized who that figure shrouded in white light was, he knew that the person had made a move because Jiang Ning had been attacked.
"My Lord, who was that person just now?" Bai Luoyu asked, voicing the doubt that had built up in his heart.
"Martial Saint!" Jiang Ning pondered for a breath, then said those two words.
"Martial Saint?!!" Bai Luoyu's pupils shrank, his face full of shock.
Zhao Yulong, at the side, was also