Those words struck a nerve, silencing Vina.
He was right.
Why should she dress up a path she had never taken, or one that was impossible?
A fantasy was a fantasy. It was enough just to think about it, wasn't it?
And for every sentence she said afterward, Jiang Mu fired back with two.
He had absolutely no emotional intelligence. No matter how enthusiastic she was, he would kill the conversation.
In any case, he hadn't come with any intention of keeping a proper conversation going, had he?
A little hurt, Vina lowered her head and stopped speaking, devoting herself entirely to leading the way.
A ten-minute journey wasn't far.
Jiang Mu soon spotted a group waiting at the exit from this district.
Armored imperial guards stood beside them. It wasn't hard to guess that this was the place.
"There aren't many people."
"We're only hunting for a suitable thousand-year soul ring, not a ten-thousand-year soul beast. Naturally, we don't need many people," Vina said calmly, biting her lip.
Jiang Mu paused. Right, not everyone could get a ten-thousand-year ring for their third or fourth ring like Tang Wutong. Those people were cheating.
The normal arrangement was still two yellow rings and two purple ones.
The limit for that fourth purple soul ring was only eight thousand years.
It was perfectly normal not to need so many people.
That was fine, too. Fewer people would make it easier to leave the group briefly.
"Hmph."
As soon as he approached, he heard a cold snort. Jiang Mu looked toward the man in confusion.
The man who had made the sound stood at the front, wearing golden armor. He was clearly the captain of this expedition, or at least its main fighting force.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so haughtily.
The expression