Jiang Yi wasn't concerned about this. Ancestor Mingxuan had already placed his bet on Shao Yang, and the Sect Leader, in his secluded Cultivation on Qian Peak, had also conveyed his stance several times through Master Lu.
While he couldn't entrust his life and limb entirely to the whims and schemes of Upper Cultivators, even if the Daoist Monarchs and True Monarchs were to use him, they would first have to 'fatten him up'.
Recklessly sending the Daoist—a figure tied to the very destiny of the Innate Sect—to his death would be anything but a wise move.
"With Miss Xiaoqiao by my side, what have I to fear from the people of the Immortal Dao?"
Jiang Yi chuckled. Above, he had True Monarch Changgui Fumingyu protecting his path. Below, he had Qiao Yu of the Sword Discourse Pavilion. On top of all that, he could ask the Celestial Book to divine fortune and misfortune.
To him, this Juku Continent was not some treacherous wasteland of near-certain death.
