Wang Xian was taken aback.
The two seniors' needless worries amused him, and he couldn't help laughing. "All right. Master said this world has four great continents. Since I'm aiming to go beyond Spirit Transformation, naturally I should see that legendary battlefield for myself."
There was one thing he didn't say: no matter what, he wouldn't fight for Sword City.
He could feel the warmth and concern the two seniors held for him.
But that didn't mean he was willing to bleed on the battlefield for Sword City—or for someone from Goddess Palace, for that matter.
After all, he was already at the Spirit Transformation Realm.
He was content with his modest wealth, but what good was fine clothing if no one could see it?
First, he had to return to Phoenix City, visit his master, and repay the Spirit Stones he owed the four women's master and his mother.
After that, Wang Xian would either take his master traveling through scenic mountains and rivers,
or go alone with Wuyue in search of secret realms and Jianmu, fulfilling his promise to her.
Ji Wuming murmured, "Don't underestimate that place. I'm not exaggerating when I say that if a full-scale war really broke out, even I might not make it back alive."
The old man smiled. "Wang Xian, you don't need to compare yourself to those who go to the battlefield just yet. It hasn't come to that, and no one would dare send you to the front."
Wang Xian nodded.
He looked at the old man before him—the one who had warned him outside the White Tower all those years ago to be careful when entering the tower.
A warm current stirred in his heart, but he couldn't help smiling.
He remembered the popular saying in Phoenix City: "Ginger gets