Emotionally, Zhang Ming did not want to go.
But reason told Zhang Ming that he should.
That's right, you weren't seeing things.
Emotionally, he did not want to go; rationally, he should!
Emotionally, Zhang Ming did not want to leave Yang City. He did not want to leave his "home base" and venture outside.
Even his trip to the Hundred Beasts Sect had been a counterattack forced upon him by necessity.
If that fellow riding a giant bird-beast had not threatened Yang City, Zhang Ming would never have gone all the way to the Hundred Beasts Sect, thousands of miles away, just to eliminate future trouble.
Likewise.
His master Li Yan was not facing a life-or-death crisis. He merely lacked manpower and missed him.
It was no big deal. There was no need to leave his home base and go outside to endure "wind and rain."
Wouldn't it be better to cultivate and research properly at home, slowly improve his strength and build up his power, then wait until he became a Martial Saint and possessed the power to turn the world upside down before astonishing everyone in a single stroke?
Why go mingle with a bunch of random people in the mortal world and lower himself?
A dragon did not dwell with snakes. Perhaps that was a little exaggerated.
But why would a transmigrator not use the knowledge and experience from before his transmigration to turn the world upside down?
Why insist on falling into the mortal world and using rules made by old fogies to defeat old fogies?
Wasn't that asking for trouble?
That said.
Rationally, Zhang Ming believed he should go.
The reason was simple.
It was not for development, the future, the bond between master and disciple, or any of that messy nonsense.
It was simply