Jiang Wang had never imagined, no matter how hard he racked his brains, that the White Elephant King had come for him! They were on completely different levels.
After his initial shock, he immediately realized—he was at his most perilous moment!
The safety of a Floating Island, and the safety of a mere Inner Palace cultivator.
Which mattered more?
That was probably something no one even needed to think about.
Jiang Wang shot Chu Mi a cold look, casually took out a mask and put it on, then slowly backed away. There couldn't be many people on the Floating Island who knew him, but Chu Mi was one of them.
Chu Mi swallowed, but made no move. He could sense that the youth's body was taut. The moment Chu Mi tried to call for help, the long sword at the youth's waist would stab toward him. He didn't dare move.
How could he escape this desperate situation?
Jiang Wang hadn't figured that out yet, but hiding himself first couldn't be wrong.
He had his Hidden Cloak with him. Apart from Ding Jingshan, the others shouldn't be able to find him easily.
No matter who wanted him dead, he wouldn't surrender without a fight.
Just then, Ding Jingshan's voice rang out. "What a joke! Who do you think you're fooling with that mess of scribbles?"
He flew down from the mountaintop and came to a stop between the two Ornamental Columns. Separated by the barrier protecting the Floating Island, he faced the White Elephant King at close range. "No matter how many troops you've brought, if you want to kill someone, use your own blades to do it. We in Yang Valley have no tradition of handing over our own!"
"Have you thought this through?"
The White Elephant King looked at