Ning Wangshu watched the two Imperial Zenith Mystic Sect members flee in panic, let out a cold laugh, and quickly withdrew his gaze.
With a casual wave of his hand, he collected the immortal artifacts and Storage Rings left behind after Jiang Liche, the other Imperial Zenith Mystic Sect member, Xia Mingxiao, and Xia Muchen had been killed.
Seeing Ning Wangshu's actions and the calm, composed look on his face, Xia Mingzhe could not help stepping forward and asking, "Um... S-Senior, are you really going to wait here for the Imperial Zenith Mystic Sect's people to come?"
Hearing this, Ning Wangshu glanced at him and replied indifferently, "What else? Since This Seat has said it, This Seat will naturally not go back on my word."
"Uh..."
Xia Mingzhe opened his mouth. After hesitating for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, it isn't that this junior doubts your strength, but the Imperial Zenith Mystic Sect has over twenty Taiyi Golden Immortals."
"Moreover, two of them are late-stage Taiyi Golden Immortals. With your strength alone... Y-you really are confident you can handle so many Taiyi Golden Immortal experts?"
At this moment, Xia Qianyue could no longer hold herself back either and said with some concern, "That's right, Senior Ning. Your strength may be formidable, but what those Imperial Zenith Mystic Sect members said earlier was not without reason."
"Two fists cannot defeat four hands, much less when you are about to face more than twenty Taiyi Golden Immortal-level experts from the entire Imperial Zenith Mystic Sect."
"In this junior's opinion... why don't we avoid their edge for now and leave this place first?"
Xia Qianyue no longer had much attachment to the Xia Family.
Seeing the worried expressions on the father and daughter's faces, Ning Wangshu merely smiled