At this, the man's gaze fell on Jiang Tian once more, his eyes carrying both scrutiny and emotion.
"So, are you certain you still want to stay?"
Having said that, the man abruptly changed the subject, his tone taking on traces of admonishment and impatience.
"Even if you have other means of becoming a Dao Lord... in merely six months, even if you become a Dao Lord, what can you possibly do?"
"How will you contend against the Dao Lords of the Upper Twelve Realms?"
"I advise you not to indulge in wild fantasies. Just let me send you away obediently."
"Let you send me away obediently?"
Jiang Tian repeated the question, his voice quiet.
"If I leave and become a deserter, what about the people I care about?"
He looked the man straight in the eyes and questioned him word by word:
"What use would this cultivation be to me, then?"
"If I cannot even protect those I wish to protect, what use is this cultivation? Hide in the lowest realms, then die miserably in a corner when my lifespan runs out?"
Jiang Tian's expression was calm, but his tone was as resolute as iron and stone. "I'm not leaving. The inheritances you wanted to preserve have already been sent away with those two. Don't bother with me anymore."
The moment he said those words in one breath,
the man fell silent.
Nothing could be read from that face, yet within his eyes, emotions suppressed for countless years surged and churned.
"You think I didn't want to protect them? You think I didn't want to protect the people I cared about? You think I didn't want to protect the billions of people in my realm?"
His voice suddenly rose, like an injured beast letting out a long-suppressed roar!
"What