The National Preceptor's Residence.
At the dining table.
Jiang Ning's hand suddenly paused.
"Marquis Dongling, why not come over and sit with me for a while, have some tea?" A gentle, familiar voice sounded beside his ear.
It's him! The thought flashed through Jiang Ning's mind, and the image of Great Xia's Martial Saint appeared in his head.
"A-Ning, what's wrong?" Liu Wanwan suddenly asked.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning came back to himself and looked at his sister-in-law.
"I need to go out for a bit. The Martial Saint wants to see me."
Jiang Li, who had just set down his bowl and chopsticks, felt his pupils contract slightly.
The title of Martial Saint was a myth, a legend.
A hint of surprise also appeared in Jiang Yiming's eyes.
Then Jiang Ning rose, said goodbye to them, and headed out of the hall.
The Martial Saint wanted to see him.
Though his wording was gentle, and he had even asked Jiang Ning's opinion,
Jiang Ning knew this was the respect Great Xia's Martial Saint now accorded him, not a reason to grow arrogant.
Since the Martial Saint wanted to see him, he had no reason to refuse.
As that thought flashed through his mind, he took one step and instantly vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already outside the National Preceptor's Residence. He then headed out of the city.
A few breaths later, he appeared outside the Royal Capital.
The great formation enveloping the entire Royal Capital was now as nothing before him. It could no longer detect his passage.
Once outside the Royal Capital, he moved even faster. In barely a dozen breaths, he reached the mountain peak that pierced the clouds like a divine sword.
Landing on the peak, he looked up at the night sky overhead.
This