Jiang Wuwang snorted and said, "Yang Luoyu, are you waiting here to meet your death?"
Yang Luoyu, like a white cloud drifting down from the mountain, laughed and said, "You really don't recognize good intentions. You want to go to our Guardian Headquarters, and I've specially waited to show you the way, yet you don't appreciate it at all."
"Do I need you to show the way?" Jiang Wuwang scoffed.
He was full of heroism now, going as a special envoy, just wanting to be more impressive than Yang Luoyu was during his time in the Weiwo Zheng Sect.
No way would he allow someone to lead him.
"If I don't guide you, you won't get in."
Yang Luoyu smiled faintly, "Don't believe me? Just try. How many of you from the Weiwo Zheng Sect have truly been to Kan Ke City?"
Jiang Wuwang was taken aback.
Really, not many from the Weiwo Zheng Sect had been to Kan Ke City.
Let alone to the Guardian Headquarters.
