The Imperial Advisor's Residence.
At the dining table.
Jiang Ning's hand suddenly paused.
"Dongling Marquis, why not come over and sit with me for a while? Have some tea?" A gentle, familiar voice sounded beside his ear.
It's him! The thought flashed through Jiang Ning's mind, and the Great Xia Martial Saint's figure surfaced in his thoughts.
"ANing, what's wrong?" Liu Wanwan suddenly asked.
Hearing her, Jiang Ning came back to himself and looked at his sister-in-law.
"Sister-in-law, I need to go out for a while. The Martial Saint wants to see me."
At those words, Jiang Li's pupils abruptly contracted slightly. He had only just set down his bowl and chopsticks.
The title of Martial Saint was a myth, a legend.
A trace of surprise also appeared in Jiang Yiming's eyes.
Then Jiang Ning stood, said goodbye to the others, and headed out of the hall.
The Martial Saint wanted to see him.
Though his wording had been gentle, even asking for his opinion,
Jiang Ning knew this was the respect the Great Xia Martial Saint now afforded him, not a reason to grow arrogant.
Since the Martial Saint wanted to see him, he had no reason to refuse.
As that thought passed through his mind, he took a step and instantly vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already outside the Imperial Advisor's Residence. Then he headed out of the city.
A few breaths later, he appeared outside the Royal Capital.
The great formation enveloping the entire Royal Capital was now as good as nonexistent before him, no longer able to detect his coming and going.
Once outside the Royal Capital, he moved even faster. In barely a dozen breaths, he reached the mountain peak that pierced the clouds like a divine sword.
Landing on the peak, he looked