The headmaster of the Dao Institute in Wangjiang City ringing the bell for help wasn't difficult to guess, and Jiang Wang understood immediately.
He didn't get angry, nor did he have anything to worry about.
In the entire Wangjiang City Region, there was no opponent that could make him flinch, especially when he had merely taken a B-grade top-tier Dao Technique. Zhuang Country surely wouldn't summon experts from the Zhuang Capital to hunt him down for such a technique.
The Decayed Wood Decision was very important for the combat system he built, but it might not mean much to others.
The sound of the bell, on the contrary, calmed his heart, momentarily distancing him from Jiang Yan's "noise."
Walking on the streets of Wangjiang City, there were no other pedestrians in the long night. But Jiang Wang experienced a sense of nostalgia.
Indeed, it had been a very long time since he had walked the streets of a city in Zhuang Country.
