After bidding Zheng Lingxi farewell, Wu Ming immediately gathered Liu Sanlang and Zhang Miao and returned to Moli Immortal Mansion.
After his senior sister's inadvertent guidance, the inspiration in his heart had swelled ever further. He urgently needed real combat to put it to the test.
"Actually, ever since awakening Brother Yi, I'd been thinking that perhaps Severance Language is the true purpose of the Immortal Mansion. Slaughter and harvesting, Li Chen and echoes—those merely serve the purpose of 'no friendship without a fight,' encouraging people to boldly approach the Li Yao."
"But the Li Yao here can never be entirely slain. After enough killing and fighting, people ought to change their way of thinking and try peaceful communication. That is the meaning of Severance Language."
"Severance Language can communicate with Yi Yi, so naturally it can be used to communicate with other Li Yao as well. Still, I'm not absolutely certain about this. But if I don't try, I simply won't be able to let it go."
Within the mist-shrouded swamp, Wu Ming candidly shared his thoughts with his companions.
"S-so, Young Master Wu, y-you just go ahead without worry! W-we'll definitely do everything in our power to s-support you to the very end!"
Zhang Miao made her firm declaration through chattering teeth.
Beside her, Liu Sanlang tightly gripped her hand as he said eagerly, "Don't worry, Miaomiao. There won't be any problems. Brother Wu never truly fights an unprepared battle. I imagine everything is already under his control!"
"Th-then could you grip my hand a little less tightly? I-I feel like it's about to swell."
Not far ahead of them, Wu Ming could only listen with helpless amusement.
It was no wonder they were so nervous and flustered. What they were about to do truly bordered on madness.