Confusion
"Then what? Where are you taking the Tears of the Sang Spirit?" Jiang Chen asked again.
"Nine Central City, Luoyang Prison."
"Looks like that won't conflict with me, then. Nine Central City, Luoyang Prison—I can more or less guess who it is. No wonder."
Jiang Chen laughed to himself. "That woman's got quite the nerve, even more daring than I am. She's planning to stir up trouble in the Immortal Realm. Not bad. That woman may be a little sinister, but her eye for people is pretty good. Since she took a fancy to you, you must have some tricks up your sleeve. Come on, go with me and take a look at that Nether Withered Sea."
Jiang Chen reached out and grabbed Lu Xiaotian by the shoulder. Lu Xiaotian instinctively tried to dodge, only to find that the other man's hand had already settled on his shoulder as if by accident. No matter how much he wanted to pull away, he could not widen the distance between them.
Lu Xiaotian was secretly horrified by the other man's formidable strength. Even though he had attained a certain level of mastery in the Dao of Space, he feared he would have little chance to use it before Jiang Chen. It seemed that annihilating him would be easier than crushing an ant. Under an absolute disparity in realms, even spatial divine abilities could not be unleashed with ease.
At that moment, Lu Xiaotian could only smile bitterly inwardly. The situation on the Tiansang Wasteland was far more complicated than he had imagined. There had to be deeper reasons why the Celestial Court had been unable to conquer the Tiansang Wasteland despite attacking it for so long.
If he had known things were like this, he probably would not have waded into