All this time, Jiang Wang had never been very good at handling the warmth of strangers. But after everything he'd been through, he wasn't about to lose his head over it.
He merely nodded. "I'll go and get myself settled."
"Ah! You'd better hurry." The narrow-eyed man quickly stepped aside, considerate to a fault.
Jiang Wang didn't say anything more. He found a spot on White Stone Plaza, sat cross-legged, and began adjusting to the qi of this Floating Island and settling his body.
The process wasn't difficult, especially since Jiang Wang's control over Dao Essence was far finer than that of cultivators at the same level.
It took only two hours to bring the abnormal parts of his body back into harmony.
When he finally finished meditating and opened his eyes, he saw someone standing right in front of him.
It was the narrow-eyed man from earlier.
The man hadn't left at all. He'd been waiting nearby the whole time.
Jiang Wang had barely furrowed his brow when the man smiled and said, "I saw you'd just arrived at Ding Wei Floating Island, brother, and figured you probably weren't familiar with the place. I thought I could answer a question or two if you had any. No matter which faction we belong to, once we're in the Lost Realm, we're all comrades."
He was being very friendly, but a little too friendly.
As the saying went, no one offered kindness without a motive.
If everyone in the Lost Realm was a comrade, and Jiang Wang had any questions, would he really worry that nobody would bother to help him?
It was true that in the Lost Realm, all members of the Human Race were comrades.
But supporting one another on the battlefield didn't mean they had to fawn over