Seeing Lu Ye unharmed, Geng Wuwang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected of someone chosen by the Division Master!
In that situation just now, he had actually dared to come here alone. Setting everything else aside, that courage alone surpassed that of his other squad members.
"Senior Brother Geng," Lu Ye called softly.
Geng Wuwang nodded and raised his eyes to assess the situation in the field, his brow furrowing.
The same question that had occurred to Lu Ye surfaced in his mind: why was Ning Hu not fleeing?
Before he could figure it out, Ning Hu shouted sharply, "Senior Brother, at a time like this, can't you see through it yet?"
Blood trickled from the corner of An Mofeng's mouth. One hand pressed to his chest, he said, "No matter what, release Ziyan first. You watched him grow up!"
The young cultivator named Ziyan, whom Ning Hu held in his hand, also spoke with difficulty. "Great Elder, spare me!"
Ning Hu slowly shook his head, looking at An Mofeng with utter grief. "Senior Brother, you have disappointed me too deeply! Back then, our aptitudes were nearly equal, yet I have now reached the Divine Sea Realm. And you? You remain stalled at the True Lake Realm. You received more of the sect's cultivation resources than I did, yet my cultivation is now higher than yours. Do you know why?"
An Mofeng sighed. "The Old Sect Master once said that in terms of aptitude, you were a notch above me."
"Bullshit!" Ning Hu roared. "That old fool was blind with age. He couldn't even see that I was a Hidden Agent of Myriad Demon Ridge—what could he possibly discern? Today, I will tell you why I could advance to the Divine Sea Realm while you could not."
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