"What are you doing?" Zhao Xuanyang suddenly asked in the lightless cavern.
"Pondering Daoist Arts," Jiang Wang answered casually.
"What Daoist Art?" Zhao Xuanyang grew interested. "Tell me about it, and I'll help you refine it?"
Immersed in the world of Daoist Arts, Jiang Wang replied without much emotion, "No need."
Three full days had already passed in this Ancient Demon Den whose exact location was unknown.
Though there was no light here, no visible alternation of day and night, Jiang Wang had continued silently keeping track of the time.
Sure enough, ever since they had hidden in the Ancient Demon Den, Kujue had not caught up again.
Restrained by Zhao Xuanyang, Jiang Wang could not move about freely, connect to the Great Void Illusion Realm, or explore his Inner Palace. Fortunately, he still had the two transcendent-grade Daoist Arts, "Flame Flower City-Burning Art" and "Dragon-Tiger," to ponder at leisure.
Zhao Xuanyang clicked his tongue. "You have absolutely no idea what a great opportunity you missed!"
"Indeed," Jiang Wang said blandly. "If I hadn't run into you, I truly wouldn't have gotten to enjoy life as a prisoner."
Zhao Xuanyang fell silent for a moment. "If it hadn't been me, someone else would have come."
After thinking it over, he began smiling smugly again. "Eh, no, Chunyu Gui, that idiot, definitely wouldn't have guessed you'd flee toward Jing Kingdom. He might really have let you get away... Good thing it was me!"
He looked at Jiang Wang's expression and finally felt too embarrassed to keep laughing. He coughed, rose, and left the giant stone.
"Uh, I'm going out for a moment. Be good. Don't try anything."
His steps swayed, and he had already left the chamber alone.
Jiang Wang remained silent, making no unnecessary movement. He still sat there quietly,