"Wu Ming's warning?"
In the spacious council hall, Jiang Dali's eyes shone brightly with divine light as he turned to look at the Sword Saint behind him.
The Sword Saint calmed his mind, clasped his hands behind his back, and stared intently at Jiang Dali while pacing, "I communicate with Wu Ming through Divine Thought Strike Skill day and night, and I've long established a sort of intuitive connection with him. Unfortunately, he no longer considers me an opponent, hence we hardly interact within the Realm of the Heavenly Sword."
Only this time, my spirit suddenly felt his intense Sword Intent. For him to release such strong Sword Intent, it must be something extraordinary. Therefore, I suspect he might have encountered misfortune."
Jiang Dali frowned, musing, "It seems... I'm afraid Shakyamuni has become aware. This person is an extraordinary alchemist, skilled in divination; he might have predicted our rescue attempt for Wu Ming and thus struck first."
