Although he had guessed the answer, Meng Tianwang fell silent.
He and Wang Mian had once been teammates in a mercenary squad. They had known each other for over twenty years, and Wang Mian had even saved his life. They could be called friends bound by life and death.
They understood each other well and shared a certain degree of trust.
Meng Tianwang understood Wang Mian's personality and strength. Thus, when he learned that Wang Mian intended to become his apostle, he judged that Wang Mian's purpose in joining the Pure Land was anything but simple. It was certainly not merely for the position of Heavenly King.
The position of Heavenly King in the Pure Land held little temptation for Wang Mian.
Wang Mian himself was the Vice Sect Master of the New World.
Though the New World was not as powerful as the Pure Land, it was absolutely not to be underestimated.
In the eyes of some factions and nations, the New World was even more terrifying than the Pure Land.
Ordinary people and factions had no way to come into contact with the Pure Land, but the New World was everywhere.
Perhaps only the Pure Land could afford to disregard it.
In certain respects, such as intelligence and information, the New World was even stronger than the Pure Land. They were like disgusting rats, hidden in damp, shadowy corners.
Some rats had even openly stepped into the spotlight.
Others had directly become rats.
Moreover, with the support of metahumans behind it, even the Pure Land was astonished by the speed of the New World's development.
Three years ago, the New World had only three Emperors: the Sect Master, the Vice Sect Master, and the Grand Elder.
Now, in just three short years, the New World had gained three