Marquis Dongling's Residence.
At Wang Yu's words,
Jiang Ning smiled.
Confident? Perhaps!
He murmured inwardly.
At that moment, Wang Yu had clearly discerned what Jiang Ning's smile meant.
A trace of amusement flashed through his eyes.
"Luo River King, do you know how many people in this world have their eyes on you now?"
"So what if they do?" Jiang Ning said calmly. "Could that sword immortal stop me the other day? Anyone stronger than him would have to be one of those so-called patriarchs emerging from seclusion. Outside their grotto-heavens, I would very much like to face one."
"You really are confident!" Wang Yu stared intently at Jiang Ning, then continued, "You are not that Martial Saint. You are not truly invincible! The world's environment cannot be changed, but that does not mean the environment of a particular area cannot be changed! They could do nothing to the Martial Saint back then, but that does not mean they can do nothing to you! And the choice you have made now makes you the greatest stumbling block. If you carry on as before, you will be walking into certain death."
"So..." Jiang Ning began slowly. "This is what you meant by saving me?"
"Exactly!" Wang Yu slowly uttered the word, then continued, "You must understand that there is no room for compromise in this matter! Whether the Martial Saint truly passed away in meditation must be determined. You originally had nothing to do with this, but by standing in the way, you have become the primary target! Do you really think the blessed lands of the great grotto-heavens can do nothing to you?"
"So this is your true purpose?" Jiang Ning asked again.
"Exactly!" Wang Yu admitted frankly. "If you persist in your delusion, you will die and your Dao