Ning Chen considered himself someone who valued his life greatly. He never provoked people he could not afford to provoke—such as Changsun, and, for another example, still Changsun.
Among all things in the world, one thing subdued another. Even if he reached the Xiantian realm, he would still not dare act arrogantly before Changsun, much less now, when he was still a hundred thousand miles away from Xiantian.
Although regaining his cultivation had greatly boosted his confidence, that depended on who stood before him. He could not defeat seniors, and he could not provoke Changsun. All in all, his barely Seventh-Rank cultivation could only be used to bully outsiders.
Mingcheng caught the stalling intent in Ning Chen's words, but he did not expose it. He also needed time to probe the origins of the two men.
Yan'er's marriage was no small matter. How could it possibly be decided so casually?
"Brother Ning, may I ask what brings you to the Pei Clan Tribe? If there is anything you need help with, please do not hesitate to say so," Mingcheng asked casually, as though nothing were amiss.
"We were merely passing through. There is nothing in particular," Ning Chen replied with a smile.
"Then where does Brother Ning intend to go?" Mingcheng continued along that line of conversation.
"The royal capital," Ning Chen answered honestly. "I have long heard that the Northern Mongol Royal Court is a miracle above the desert. I have always admired it, yet never had the chance to see it. This time, I came with an elder from my family to broaden our horizons."
"Could Brother Ning perhaps not be from Northern Mongol?" Mingcheng asked, surprise showing on his face.
"Heh." Ning Chen smiled and shook his head. "Mud Kingdom is but a small state, unworthy of