The white-haired teacher uncle looked at him and asked seriously:
"Wu Ji, do you really want to go on a training journey alone?"
His lips curved slightly, revealing those clear sky-like eyes beneath his sunglasses:
"I'll be back before the national tournament and carve the ninth Dao Mark."
"It's not a matter of time."
"If others can do it, why can't I?"
The teacher uncle frowned—he was all too aware of this guy's shadow.
He was a natural spirit devotee, having also condensed True Intent, utterly a guy who goes his own way to the extreme.
If left unchecked, with his personality, he would surely go wherever there's fun, disregarding distinctions between the Outer Realm or Inner Realm, foreign or domestic.
However...
In these increasingly chaotic times, wherever there's fun, danger surely lurks.
He is the next generation's young Celestial Master, a legendary prodigy who condensed True Intent early, how could he possibly let him languish in danger?
Yet, at this moment.
