The Clichéd Story
In the Eastern Divine Realm, Qing Jian's figure sped past, racing westward.
West of West River, amid a mountain range stretching for miles upon miles, Qing Jian arrived just as Ning Chen and Bai Wangyu were preparing to leave.
"Qing Jian?"
Seeing the newcomer, surprise appeared on Bai Wangyu's face. "Why are you here?"
"I sensed Brother Ning's return, so I came to ask for a favor," Qing Jian said solemnly.
"What is it?" A strange gleam flashed through Ning Chen's eyes as he asked.
"I came to ask the two of you to lend me a hand in storming the Divine Court."
Qing Jian said in a deep voice, "I have endured for far too long. The Divine Court's forces are immense, and with my strength alone, I still cannot truly contend against it."
Hearing this, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. "Qing Jian, you should know what kind of place the Divine Court is. Charging in so rashly is probably not a wise move."
"I understand."
Qing Jian nodded. "But I can no longer concern myself with that. Over the past five hundred years, the Divine Court has sent armies to encircle and suppress me more than once. I cannot sit and wait for death. I must strike first and deal the Divine Court a heavy blow."
"This matter requires careful planning," Ning Chen said gravely.
"I will not ask Brother Ning and Brother Bai to help me for nothing."
Looking at the young man before him, Qing Jian said earnestly, "I know Brother Ning has long been troubled over breaking into the Heavenly Realm. I can give Brother Ning all my insights into the Dao. The same goes for Brother Bai. So long as you are willing to help me this once, I will