"If bad news doesn't exist if you don't say it, then you don't have to say it," Jiang Wang said.
Zhao Xuanyang covered his face with both hands and rubbed it. "Fine!"
At this moment, Jiang Wang was still seated cross-legged atop the millstone-sized Giant Stone, while Zhao Xuanyang stood not far before it.
Perhaps because he had just taken a brief walk outside the cave, this abandoned, barren Ancient Demon Den somehow seemed to have been infused with a trace of living vitality.
The dead water had rippled faintly.
Zhao Xuanyang preferred to take it as a ripple in his own emotions.
He said, "Two days ago, an outstanding junior brother of mine suddenly vanished while training in the Lost Realm."
Jiang Wang was somewhat puzzled. "Isn't that perfectly normal in a place like the Lost Realm?"
Zhao Xuanyang glanced at him. "It wasn't like the time you went to the Lost Realm. When my junior brother went, although no powerhouse accompanied him to protect him, the area had been delineated in advance, the Sea Race's strength had been thoroughly assessed, and the difficulty of the trial had been established. By all reason, the chance of his dying in battle was less than ten percent. And during that period, there was no displacement in the Lost Realm."
Why did the strong remain strong? Because the more powerful a faction was, the better it could protect its future.
"Fine." Jiang Wang felt neither envy nor jealousy, and merely asked, "So what do you think the variable was?"
"One cannot make wild conjectures about such a matter. Commander Xian therefore personally went to the Lost Realm, intending to seal off the local area and thoroughly investigate the matter... but True Man Qi stopped him. She said that if Jing Kingdom wanted