Chaos Descends, Marquis Wenyuan!

Outside the residence.

Jiang Ning strode out.

"Marquis!"

"Greetings, Marquis!" Zhao Yulong and Bai Luoyu cupped their hands to Jiang Ning.

"Master Zhao, Brother Bai, there's no need for such formality between us!" Jiang Ning said.

He gestured toward the door. "Please, come inside first."

"Of course!" They nodded and followed Jiang Ning through the gate.

As they entered the front courtyard, a plaque hanging before the main hall caught both their eyes.

"Peerless Martial Champion!" Bai Luoyu slowly read the four characters on the plaque, envy in his eyes.

"The youngest martial champion ever!" he added with a sigh.

Zhao Yulong could not help giving the plaque a second look.

"On this trip to the Royal Capital, you were a hidden dragon rising from the depths, a flood dragon entering the sea," he said.

Jiang Ning shook his head helplessly. "But the tallest tree in the forest is the first the wind breaks! This trip brought disaster down on me as well."

At those words, Zhao Yulong thought of what had just happened.

He could not recognize the figure shrouded in white light, but he knew that person had intervened because Jiang Ning had been attacked.

"Marquis, who was that?" Bai Luoyu asked, voicing the question that had been weighing on him.

"A Martial Saint!" After a moment's thought, Jiang Ning gave his answer.

"A Martial Saint?!" Bai Luoyu's pupils contracted, his face filled with shock.

Zhao Yulong was equally stunned.

That answer had not been among his guesses.

"Yes." Jiang Ning nodded.

"So it was that person..." Zhao Yulong slowly exhaled, calming his turbulent heart.

Jiang Ning nodded again in confirmation.

"What do you plan to do now, Marquis?" By then, the three had entered the hall and sat down.

Lü Yi brought them tea.

"I'll return to