Xu Zimo had previously gained the recognition of the True Martial Trial Tower.
According to the ancestral precepts of the old ancestors,
he could completely control the trial tower.
But to be safe,
when Wang Hengzhi saw Xiao An'an pushing Xu Zimo over, he still asked, "Ancestor, that tower has disappeared."
"Let's go," Xu Zimo said flatly, glancing at him.
The meaning was already self-evident.
I know, but I can't be bothered to explain it to you.
Wang Hengzhi gave an embarrassed smile, then asked again, "Then should I go call Senior Blade to come with us?
But he's getting on in years. I'm afraid his body may not be suited for such a long journey with us."
"No need to worry about him. The True Martial Trial Tower is gone, and he left long ago," Xu Zimo said, waving a hand.
Wang Hengzhi was somewhat puzzled.
But he did not ask any further questions.
He now understood that talking too much could easily displease the ancestor.
It would be better to be a mute Sect Master and simply tag along. That was not so bad either.
Xu Zimo turned and glanced at the people from the Heavenly Saint Upper Kingdom, ignoring them.
Instead, he said, "Find me a stretcher. This wheelchair is making me rather uncomfortable."
Upon hearing this, Wang Hengzhi hurriedly found a stretcher.
Then he had four disciples carry Xu Zimo as they slowly made their way toward the Ancient Dragon Upper Kingdom.
The main city of the Ancient Dragon Upper Kingdom was Dragon City.
It was not far from the True Martial Sacred Sect.
Because the True Martial Sacred Sect had originally been within the territory of the Ancient Dragon Upper Kingdom.
Xu Zimo was in no hurry, and no one dared urge him on.
Thus,