Liu Yue felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her. She bowed respectfully, then withdrew.
She was nothing like Zi Ling, whose cultivation realm was comparable to a Venerable's.
Although she had reached the Ninth Realm, the difference between her and Jiang Shu at that moment was simply too great.
She was like an ant beneath the blazing sun!
Jiang Shu merely stood there, without even releasing his aura, yet a few beads of cold sweat gathered on Liu Yue's forehead and trickled down.
Liu Yue's appearance and Zi Ling's inexplicable disappearance were like another bucket of oil thrown onto the embers of last night's storm, bringing Jiang Shu's unease and wariness to a peak.
The War Alliance still appeared magnificent and imposing on the surface, but beneath the shadows of its resplendent palaces, he could smell the blood of a storm and the stench of conspiracy.
Should he leave at once, before this matter implicated him?
The thought struck Jiang Shu with force.
A gentleman did not stand beneath a crumbling wall—especially not in a treacherous whirlpool where even peak Venerables might fall in an instant!
The War Alliance was unlike other places. It was home to far too many powerful experts. His peak Tenth Realm cultivation might have been respectable elsewhere, but before a behemoth like the War Alliance, he was still far too weak.
But the thought had barely appeared in his mind before Jiang Shu forcibly suppressed it.
The War Alliance was certainly dangerous.
But it also held opportunities.
Among the Wind Cloud Prodigies, Zhan Feng in particular had always been sincerely looking out for him.
He had only just agreed to join him on the War Soul Ancient Path three days later.
If he left without saying goodbye now, Zhan Feng would