Misty clouds wreathed the top of mountain.

Zhao Shanling’s expression flickered as he glanced down at the two seventh grade outsiders’ corpses and wrestled with a dilemma.

Before today, he had known very little about Wu Ji.

Not only that, but he had also selectively ignored everything about the Realm of Flame Heaven.

Since it was a realm that hadn’t produced a single Soul realm expert, and had been ridden roughshod by the Realm of Earth Sieve, the Realm of Dark Underworld, and the Realm of Black Marsh, it was understandable that he had attached no importance to it.

However, he was apprehensive that Wu Ji and his uncanny time-manipulating magics would be a true threat to him.

Eyebrows furrowed, he weighed the matter in his mind, and couldn’t make up his mind.

Wu Ji, however, seemed surprisingly calm as he sat in his small, silver boat with his eyes closed.

That made him one of the few people Zhao Shanling couldn’t fathom.

After this battle, more white was quietly added to Wu Ji’s gray hair.

It had only been a while after the battle, and he seemed to have recovered some of the lifespan and time power he had consumed during the battle.

“If I kill Wu Ji, I can forget about the deals I made with Nie Tian,”...