"Ink Saint, even if you kill Zhi Lingtian today, it's no big deal. Your Wusheng Academy has the capability to cultivate another saint."
Chu Fengmian said with a smile, understanding that he guessed right. Indeed, due to the fear of the great catastrophe between life and death, the Ink Saint dared not give it his all.
Since this was the case, Chu Fengmian now stood on invincible ground.
"As long as you agree, I will naturally participate in this Six-Nation campaign, and Wusheng Academy can also benefit from it—enough to cultivate a new saint."
Chu Fengmian laughed aloud.
Hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Zhi Lingtian's face immediately turned pale—never had he imagined that even the founder elder of Wusheng Academy, the Ink Saint, could not protect him.
"Founder elder, this cannot be! This youngster has the ambition of a wolf—he will ruin Wusheng Academy sooner or later! If we do not kill him today, he will become a major threat."
Zhi Lingtian spoke anxiously.
