Ji Ning nodded gently. "I won't go fight."
"Good." Ji Ninefire swept them with his gaze. "Everyone, return to your positions. Landwyrm, for now, you will assume Ji Ning's position in the center of the Dragontail Formation. We will control the Netherwyrm and attack!"
"Yes."
The Landwyrm, Granny Shadow, Ah Xing, and Truekeep all immediately left to their own positions.
...
The nether fog billowed.
A sinuous, coiling, snowy white Flood Dragon lay there, with Adept Xu and the others within the dragon's body, clearly quite cautious. Quite obviously, Ning's earlier prowess had caused Adept Xu to privately feel surprised. Still, the other Zifu Disciples were quite relaxed.
"Although Ji Ning is a monster, he's still just a Zifu Disciple. He's no match for the Adept."
"Compared to master-uncle, Ji Ning is far weaker."
"The Ji clan is doomed."
All of the Zifu Disciples chatted amongst each other in quite a relaxed manner.
