"Master!" he said, "I will go and call Jin Cheng now!"
"I will wait for you here," Jiang Ning replied.
Upon hearing Jiang Ning's words, Shangguan Feilong turned and left.
After disappearing from Jiang Ning's sight around the corner.
Shangguan Feilong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes clearing up, flashing with a thoughtful look.
He recalled Jiang Ning's past.
Last year, he emerged abruptly, rising smoothly, with rapid martial arts progress.
He also remembered that night when Jiang Ning's eyes blazed like fire, and his overwhelmingly exaggerated sword intent.
Recalling how Sun Ming, a once-in-a-century talent wielding the Shangguan family's hereditary Divine Sword, still fell to Jiang Ning's hand.
The more he thought, the more determined he became.
"This is an opportunity!"
"Divine Sword Manor has come to this point, if we do not make a choice, facing the impending chaos, we may be swallowed by the giant wave even if we do not perish by his hand!"
