"It wasn't entirely because of that. More importantly, for all these years, low-level cultivators have had no way to resist that sentient corpse king. Moreover, I suspect the three great families of today have quite a connection to this sentient corpse king. This is a perfect chance to investigate. Perhaps the destruction of the Feng Family and the missing cultivators in the Snow Ridge Mountains are both related to this sentient corpse king. I suspect there is more than one sentient corpse king in the Snow Ridge Mountains. The master of the strange treasure Fang has just acquired is, in all likelihood, one as well."
Nangong Wan parted her cherry lips and analyzed the truth with remarkable accuracy, making Fang Yu's eyes light up as he smiled. "Wan'er is truly brilliant. I greatly admire you."
"Enough. Time is of the essence. Go meet that master of the strange treasure. Leave this place to me."
With flushed cheeks, Nangong Wan urged him on.
As for Fang Yu's safety, even though they were now in the Great Jin Cultivation World, Nangong Wan was not worried in the slightest, so naturally she said nothing more.
"Very well, I'll do as Wan'er says. But Wan'er, you must be careful too."
Fang Yu looked at Nangong Wan's lovely face with tender affection in his eyes, nodded, and smiled.
"Rest assured, Brother Fang. A mere Nascent Soul-stage sentient corpse king—forget me, even Soul Wailer alone would be enough to deal with it."
Nangong Wan smiled sweetly and stroked Soul Wailer's little head in her arms.
"But you should still be cautious."
Fang Yu added.
"Mhm! Wan'er understands. Hurry along, Brother Fang!"
Nangong Wan urged again.
"Alright, I'm leaving."
Seeing this, Fang Yu no longer lingered. He rose to his feet and departed from the great hall