"Look at you, all disheveled."
Glass lay in the Sea of Consciousness, rolling around with laughter.
Han Yu flew silently with a dark face, flapping his wings; once out of the city, he chose to gallop eastward.
Zhao Yulin did not seem like someone of good Pill Character.
If Zhao changed his mind, he would definitely come looking for him; better to leave cleanly than wait.
He wouldn't get to see Wang Xiao'er's final outcome, and with six days left, Zhao Yulin would never let himself stay in Zhanzhou Prefecture so long before taking the medicine,
let alone after taking it.
Ling Wuce's intentions were also clear: the Imperial Court is off-limits to any cultivator disrupting the order.
Maintaining a good relationship with the Imperial Court isn't a bad thing, is it?
Those were Ling Wuce's exact words at the time.
Implicitly, going against the Imperial Court was undoubtedly not a good thing.
