Only My Way

That afternoon.

While Ling Wuyuan was still silently researching what the pile of spoils were.

From time to time, he would find some ghost corpses containing strong pollution.

A message from a communication token made him raise his eyebrows slightly. It was a very short message:—[Young Hero Ling, my grandfather, a Mingyi Realm cultivator from the national branch of Wenying Tower, has long admired the name of Xuе Yuе Yuntian Pavilion and wants to meet you. Do you have time?]

Facing this message.

Ling Wuyuan first touched his chin and thought about it.

Then, quickly, he took the communication token given by Zheng Saijuan and responded to the other party—[Okay, then I'll come over now.]

That very straightforward answer.

Although he had just killed a [Mingyi Realm cultivator].

But as of now, [Mingyi Realm cultivator] still has a lot of value in his eyes.

After all.

If Ling Wuyuan didn't have [Intermittent Swiftness], it would be impossible for him to confront the opponent head-on.

That was a huge difference in magnitude!

Generally speaking, as long as the opponent doesn't have any combined attack skills or formation skills, then [Mingyi Realm cultivator] can easily deal with hundreds or even thousands of [Yun Shen Realm cultivators] at once.

Not a wheel battle.

But the kind that swarms up!

And the gap between [Nа Yuаn Realm cultivator] and them is even greater…

So.

In any case, the opponent's strength is still worthy of recognition.

Moreover.

As a strong man from [Wenying Tower].

Ling Wuyuan felt that the other party might know some valuable information.

Such as how to return to [Southern Region] at the fastest speed.

For Ling Wuyuan.

That was an extremely important thing, and it was necessary to ask in person…

And when he left the restaurant.

Some figures who had been waiting near the restaurant for a long time also had their eyes lit up, and after looking at each other, they went to a certain place.

These people all came from the City Lord's Mansion.

Their only role was to let Sun Poyun know who won last night's battle.

Of course.

This was just a casually ordered thing.

In fact, Sun Poyun didn't expect his instructions to be of much use.

To put it bluntly.

Even if Ling Wuyuan won.

Sun Poyun was not sure whether Ling Wuyuan would come back.

However.

Judging from the current situation.

The things he casually ordered were still somewhat useful…

As for those gazes.

Ling Wuyuan naturally knew.

But he was as lazy as ever to care.

He didn't care what the other party was plotting at all.

At most, he would just slightly distinguish whether the other party had any malice.

As long as there was no overly obvious hostility, then he didn't want to pay attention to the other party at all.

—

Not long after.

It was still the building belonging to [Wenying Tower].

The person who received Ling Wuyuan.

Was still Zheng Saijuan.

However, this time, compared to the last time, Zheng Saijuan, as the person in charge here, did not continue to sit in the main seat, but only sat on the right side of the main seat.

The person sitting in the main seat was a man who looked about fifty to sixty years old.

Although there were inevitably some wrinkles on his face, and there were some white hairs on his head that could not be ignored, the energy and spirit he possessed were visibly full of vigor, without the decadence and vicissitudes of ordinary middle-aged and elderly people. All that was present was a sense of heroism and maturity, as well as a feeling of high position and power.

Especially his eyes, which were the most striking!

The feeling was like a majestic lion that was not angry.

Just looking at it from a distance.

Everyone could understand that the other party was definitely not an ordinary person, but must be a true strongman.

Even.

Many people would feel intense discomfort from the bottom of their hearts just by being looked at a few times.

That was a special kind of suppression…

Those who are mediocre will always be automatically inferior and uncomfortable in the face of outstanding people.

But Ling Wuyuan obviously wouldn't care about those things.

He was just being polite.

He just nodded to the other party calmly.

Then.

Under Zheng Saijuan's signal, he found a seat and sat down.

At the same moment.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ say ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Song Jie, who originally thought that the person who came must be a fake and wanted to give Ling Wuyuan a blow, was also somewhat silent.

Because he was not blind.

Just a simple look.

He immediately realized that the matter was probably quite different from what he had imagined before.

Let's not talk about anything else first.

Just at the first moment of seeing Ling Wuyuan.

He instinctively recalled.

Some descriptions and words he had seen in [Jianwen Bao].

That was a report about Ling Wuyuan…

In the past.

He felt that those reports that blew people to the sky and underground were more or less exaggerated.

But now, he found that those seemingly exaggerated things might really have authenticity…

And.

He also deeply understood why his granddaughter would pay special attention to the other party.

Even if the young man named Ling Wuyuan should not exist here at all, but should exist in the extremely distant [Southern Region], belonging to a target that would not have any intersection with himself and others at all.

No way.

The other party's existence was really a bit dazzling and distinct.

Even if [Northern Region] was big enough, Song Jie found it difficult to imagine that this kind of person would be completely unknown in the past, and he could not imagine that this kind of person would choose to impersonate others.

That was a more unreasonable situation than Ling Wuyuan appearing in [Northern Region].

That kind of brilliance, even he, who was well-informed, needed to pay attention to it.

The so-called [Heaven's Proud Son] was as if this phrase was born for the other party.

Even if he had secretly compared all the most outstanding young generation cultivators in [Northern Region] with the person in front of him in detail.

Song Jie was unable to find anyone who could match the other party.

So.

For a time, even though the two sides had not yet communicated.

Song Jie was directly slightly hesitant.

Finally.

After repeatedly pondering for a while.

He chose to ask directly to the point:

"Before, I heard Saijuan say that Young Hero claims to be Ling Wuyuan, and is from [Xue Yue Yun Tian Pavilion]. I wonder if the situation is true?"

Ling Wuyuan's answer was also very direct.

Too lazy to carry out useless probing, he said the truth of the matter on the spot.

"The matter is true."

"The reason why I appeared here is entirely due to some special reasons."

"Originally, I was in a certain battlefield."

"But the attack of the alien powerhouse directly pushed me into the turbulent flow of time and space when our sect tried to carry out [Space Transfer], and then I was thrown to this place by the turbulent flow of time and space…"