"Let me meet the disciples of the Eight Great Immortal Sects and the Nine Great Immortal Sects of the Ancient God Realm..."
"Alas,"
Jiang Ding put down the appointment letter and sighed softly, "Life and time are so precious, how can they be wasted on such matters?"
"Alas, in Jianghu, people are often not in control of their own destinies."
"A disciple has not grown up; ultimately, he is still just a disciple, a weak and pitiful little baby, unable to act according to his own will. The world is filled with such helplessness."
He seemed uninterested.
Clearly, this journey held no other purpose besides the political requirements of the Xianmen Sect.
Jiang Ding stood up and began walking toward the outside of the Great Sun Heavenly Pond.
The Great Sun Heavenly Pond shrunk, falling into his pocket, like small pellets, functioning merely as a tent used during travel, serving simple habitation and transportation functions.
