“Looks like, under normal circumstances, that man won’t leave the city easily.”
Pinghai Zhenjun gazed at the towering, majestic Dream Immortal City in the distance, its radiant spiritual light shimmering. His eyes were deep as he muttered,
“Or perhaps he’s already realized that Yan Hai’s provocation was actually my test.”
“So he responded with such a method—trying to intimidate me, bluffing to cover his weakness.”
“Unfortunately, the more he acts like this, the more it shows me he’s all bark and no bite—formidable on the outside, but hollow within!”
As he spoke, a smirk formed on the corner of Pinghai Zhenjun’s lips, a mixture of contempt and chill.
If it weren’t for his deep caution toward the man’s solar divine light and powerful treasures, he wouldn’t even care about this mere third-grade Immortal City. He would have already stormed in with his people and flattened the place.
