This was a crucial point. It wasn't that Wang Xiu was being disrespectful or maliciously second-guessing his senior. He couldn't possibly entrust his life to a so-called senior he had never even met.
Stay calm, maybe it's not that bad!
Wang Xiu sat cross-legged and pondered under the moon. As he gazed at the bright moonlight, his eyes gradually lit up. He suddenly realized he might just be scaring himself.
The blurry figure he encountered today, though powerful, wasn't a top-tier expert in the Holy Realm and didn't necessarily represent a larger conspiracy. Maybe only one or two people had been beguiled. If the majority of the powerhouses within the Holy Academy were truly corrupted by the Demon Race, the Holy Realm they faced now would be a very different place. That blurred shadow and Shi Ming wouldn't need to meet so sneakily, like a pair of thieves.
