In the blink of an eye, Swamp True Venerable and the Jade-Green Toad had vanished. Like cicadas sensing autumn winds before they stirred, their instincts were frighteningly sharp, and their speed was terrifying.
"As expected of someone who fought his way up from the very bottom..."
Jiang Ding rose and gazed quietly into the distance.
A man like that had fine talent, comprehension, and a gift for battle. Apart from his fondness for walking tightropes and dancing along knife edges, his excessive willingness to gamble, and his overreliance on familiar paths, he had no major flaws.
Jiang Ding knew the gap between himself and men like that was not simply a matter of superior talent or comprehension. A major reason was that he had been born into the Immortal Sect, received the finest education in the immortal arts, and had the Immortal Sect at his back.
That was how an environment shaped a person.
Jiang Ding's thoughts drifted for a moment.
He did not seem worried that Swamp True Venerable and the Jade-Green Toad would escape.
In fact, only a few breaths later, a shrill whistle tore through space at the horizon, and a powerful gray-green streak of light flew straight toward Jiang Ding.
Swamp True Venerable had flown back to him himself.
Clad in jade-green fins, Swamp True Venerable saw the unremarkable young man appear before him again. His face twisted as though he had seen a ghost. "How did you get ahead of me?!"
"Did you set up a teleportation array in advance?"
"How did you know where I'd flee? Was it a Heavenly Secret divination technique?"
Clang~
The young man before him did not answer. Unhurriedly, he drew the longsword at his waist.
"Your mind is in turmoil, Mud Swamp!"
"Cool your heart! Steady your spirit!"
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