'Perhaps it's not just Zheng Hun, but a...'
He couldn't bring himself to finish the thought, because the implication was simply too incredible.
If there was anything that could make Mao Yong this wary, it could only be described by one word: "Saint!"
At his level, his perspective was no longer confined to the small Linji City. He now had a faint, overarching sense of the state of the entire Great Yu.
The Great Yu was in a state of chaos. Where could one find a safe haven anymore?
Even a Bone Marrow Cleansing Realm expert like himself had to remain constantly vigilant, wary of the coming tide. If he didn't make preparations soon, even the Mao Family could be annihilated at any moment.
Never mind the Mao Family; even the Jiang Family, which controlled the City Lord's Mansion, was like rootless duckweed before this tide, liable to be crushed at any moment.
To end this chaos, another Martial Saint would have to appear—one like the Great Yu Founding Saint Emperor.
