At this, Jiang Taibai gritted his teeth, snorted coldly, then turned and left.
Zheng Xiang sighed. Without Jiang Taibai's approval, he could not release Ye Yu either.
After leaving, Jiang Taibai came to a thatched hut beside the village. Ye Chenxiang was sitting blankly at its door, watching Wang Xiong lose his mind in the distance because the seeds he had planted some days ago had failed to survive.
Ye Chenxiang had never imagined that one day, she would have to worry about food.
Jiang Taibai glanced at the frantic Wang Xiong and frowned slightly. With a wave of his hand, spiritual light scattered down, and those withered seeds sprang back to life.
Wang Xiong froze at the sight. He instinctively turned around, and the moment he saw Jiang Taibai, his expression darkened.
"You're Wang Xiong, aren't you?" Jiang Taibai asked. Having lost his cultivation, the years Wang Xiong had once stolen through his realm were gradually being paid back.
He now looked like a middle-aged uncle, wisps of white already appearing at his temples.
Wang Xiong said nothing. He merely slung his hoe over his back and walked over. Under the sunlight, for some reason, he looked somewhat hunched.
Once inside the small courtyard, Wang Xiong glanced at Ye Chenxiang, set down his hoe, and said, "What are you here for? To laugh at me?"
The two had known each other for a long time. Wang Xiong had once been the leading figure among the Wang Family's younger generation, while Jiang Taibai was no less outstanding. Since making his name, his only defeat had been at Ye Chengjun's hands.
Back then, he and Wang Xiong had fought several times, but every match had ended in a draw. Over time, the two had become friends.
Jiang Taibai shook his head