Jiang Ding went straight out of the city gates.
Since his whereabouts had been exposed, he wasn't going to stay put any longer.
Moreover, Yuejing was no longer a safe place, so it was natural to stay away until the situation became clear.
"A Xiantian Martial Artist, sitting amidst an elite army, yet assassinated out of thin air—it's simply an absurd fantasy!" Jiang Ding thought to himself.
"Even a Master couldn't do it!"
"A Master's strength is great, but on the periphery, they would be discovered by the dense ranks of elite soldiers, and once entangled in the layers of a tens of thousands-strong army, a Master too would die!"
"A Cultivator has made a move, at least in the Late-stage of Qi Practicing."
Jiang Ding repeatedly reviewed the drone footage and recordings of Jindaoshan Mountain, finding no evidence that the robed figure had ever left, with such intense surveillance, there's no way he could have left without his knowledge.
