"Look at the two of us, don't we look like two great flags in the chaos?"
"When the time comes, I'll be the aristocratic dynasty, and you'll be the representative of the righteous and demonic. What do you think will happen?"
Ming Yue said calmly.
Ding Feng, standing nearby, added, "If you hadn't entered the world for training, it might not matter. But now it's different. You have friends and enemies, and there's no way to avoid it."
Qing Feng's heart sank, suddenly unsure of what to say.
They indeed had more friends than just Ding Feng, and had made many deep friendships in Shengjing.
There were ordinary people, Loose Cultivators, and members of aristocratic sects.
Qing Feng and Ming Yue could just walk away, but there would be no one to clean up the mess.
It's nonsensical to say that calamity doesn't extend to family; only naive people believe that. After all, they have many friends and not a few enemies.
