In the void of the Secret Realm, Jiang Man flew on his sword far away from the crowds, heading against their flow.
Because he had not entered as an assessment participant in the first place, he was immune to the surrounding darkness.
In other words, the world he saw was different from the world everyone else saw.
He was currently within the darkness.
He could see the others, but they could not see him.
Nor would anyone rashly venture into his area.
Perception worked poorly here, making it impossible to know whether the surroundings were safe.
As for how much the Immortals' perception was restricted, he could not be certain.
Keeping his distance certainly could not hurt.
Along the way, he considered whether returning to the Stone Stele might be dangerous.
First, he could be certain that the Xiang Family would look for him.
They were presumably going to kill him.
Meanwhile, the people on Ming Chengfei's side currently wanted to protect him.
But he would have to pretend to cooperate with them, and for the sake of the Spirit Source, cooperation was clearly impossible.
Both groups would certainly use all sorts of methods to find him.
For instance, they could learn about him to figure out his next move.
Jiang Man did not slow his Sword Flight.
Then he lowered his eyes in thought. Could they be waiting by the Stone Stele like hunters waiting by a stump for a rabbit?
His advantage now was that he knew more.
For instance, the Xiang Family did not know that he knew they intended to kill him.
And the mysterious Black-Robed Man did not know that he was not under his control-and instead possessed a means of controlling the Black-Robed Man.
The best option now was to encounter both groups at