"Indeed."
Nan Yunqi said out of curiosity, "Are you planning to visit Dharma-Ending City? With your authority, you should be able to make it, and the environment there is well-suited for your Sword Dao."
"Immortal Yun Gong, I currently have no such plans," Jiang Ding shook his head.
Dharma-Ending City was too distant from the Lanying Planet, and even with various natural wormholes, it would take a Golden Pill Monk at least a hundred years to travel back and forth.
For someone with a lifespan of only six hundred years, it was far too extravagant.
Moreover, this Immortal Yun Gong seemed extremely unreliable—nothing like the steady and deeply scheming demeanors of Immortal Dinghai or Immortal Luling. He came up with ideas on the fly without considering the actual situation.
It was likely due to his focus on warship construction and academia, sparing little time for social interactions.
"Well, alright then."
