Just A Flesh Wound

Things were cleared up now that everything was out in the open.

It was only then that Jiang He realized… there was no resurgence for the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance.

It was all just a misunderstanding.

Breathing a long sigh, Jiang He relaxed considerably and smiled. "This is good… if the Alliance really were coming back, it would be so worrying that I couldn't sleep again."

Lü Dongbin laughed out loud, "Since you could repel the legion of the Alliance all by yourself, not even Grand Luo would match your strength. The Alliance would not be a match for you even if they returned."

"That might not be certain."

Jiang He said, humbling himself, "I'm just a Golden Immortal who has cultivated less than a year. If there were dozens of other Golden Immortals at the level of the White Sky God King and Modolo trying to surround and kill me while wielding various paragon treasures, I could hardly fend for myself."