"The world, truly dangerous..."
Jiang Ding murmured softly.
Despite being such an honest and naive person, who typically avoids trouble, he would still unexpectedly encounter sudden misfortunes without reason.
If it weren't for the support of the Xianmen Sect, by now his Divine Soul might have been possessed without him knowing. He might not be dead, but becoming a pawn or servant of someone else, not in control of his own life and death is inevitable.
Jiang Ding let go of the Bai Zu Heavenly Lord's carapace and the storage limb segment in his hand, allowing them to fall into the sea, to the bottom where they deeply buried into the seabed mud.
These items, worth at least several trillion low-grade Spirit Stones, were no longer safe.
A trace of hatred emerged in Jiang Ding's heart, then disappeared.
"It's alright, it's alright."
"I'm not angry at all, the elder cares about me, simply offering some guidance."
"This is recognition, this is an honor..."