"I'll be right back."
Wang Yiwu stood up and walked out, while Wen Lianmu remained seated, not budging an inch. He even leisurely lit a cup of tea for himself, savoring it carefully—after all, the tea in the Marshal's residence was always a rare delicacy.
Just as he confidently assessed himself, he held no doubts about Wang Yiwu's strength.
And Wang Yiwu himself walked with the power of a dragon and the grace of a tiger, utterly at ease.
Being invincible within his realm was what Jiang Mengxiong demanded of him, and it was also where his confidence had always lay.
Countless battles had proven this point, with innumerable challengers solidifying his reputation.
From Youmai to Zhoutian, from Zhoutian to Tongtian, without exception.
The Tongtian Environment was even a fusion of past and present, achieving historical peaks.
And there would be no exceptions in the Ascending Dragon Realm.
As for Zheng Shangming, he didn't even bother to cast him a glance.
