Upon hearing Wang Xiu's words, the expressions of both Wu Lingshu and her companion changed. But they quickly expressed disbelief, "Impossible."
The Painting Immortal was a supreme Quasi-Emperor of the current age!
Throughout the entire Yaoguang Heavenly Realm, there were very few who could be his equal.
Who could possibly injure him? Let alone bring any sort of calamity upon him.
Wang Xiu said calmly, "Nothing is impossible. The Demon Race has already made its move... I fear your grandfather only sent you away with such a pretext because he sensed imminent danger. He wanted you to go as far away as possible!"
Wu Lingshu's eyes flickered as she pondered for a moment, but she still shook her head. "If that's the case, why would my grandfather hold a birthday celebration and attract so many people to Cold Mountain City? Wouldn't that be incredibly dangerous?"
