The Night of Wangjiang City

It was not difficult to guess the intentions of the Wangjiang City Daoist Academy dean in ringing the bell to call for help; Jiang Wang understood it the moment the thought crossed his mind.

He was not angry, nor was there anything to worry about.

In the entire Wangjiang City Territory, there was no opponent who could make him flinch, and he had merely taken a mediocre Grade B superior Daoist art. It was impossible for the Zhuang Kingdom to mobilize experts from the Zhuang Capital to hunt him down over such a technique.

The Decaying Wood Art was crucial to the combat system he was building, but to others, it might not count for much.

The sound of the bell actually brought a moment of quiet to his heart, temporarily distancing him from the "clamor" of Jiang Yan.

Walking through the streets of Wangjiang City, there were no other pedestrians in the long night. Yet, Jiang Wang felt a sensation he had not experienced in a long time.

It had indeed been a long, long time since he had walked through a city in the Zhuang Kingdom.

The youth he once was, who had resolutely left the nation that gave him birth and raised him... the feelings from then and the feelings of now intertwined, converging into a complex emotion.

As he walked down a long street, Jiang Wang suddenly looked up—

In the night sky of Wangjiang City, which had been stirred into alarm, he saw an "acquaintance."

It was rare for Lin Zhengren to return to Wangjiang City, and the entire Lin Family of Wangjiang City could no longer provide him with any real help.

He had said long ago that the assets of the Wangjiang City Lin Family were not worth mentioning to him;