Miao Tinglian and Senior Brother Mu Qi had left, and Jiang Hao did not take to heart what they said.
No matter who they were looking for, it had nothing to do with him.
He had never considered such matters.
Not now, and it would likely be difficult in the future.
After all, with the great era upon them, danger was ever-present. Being alone was one thing; he could somewhat avoid it.
If there were two people, it would be somewhat difficult.
Life would undergo a complete change, and there would be no peace like today.
According to Miao Tinglian, the other person was a sect genius. How could a genius live below others?
The arrival of the great era would surely stir a battle for supremacy.
Not everyone was like him, with no aspiration to make a mark on this era.
Afterwards, Jiang Hao no longer concerned himself with others and began to contemplate his own affairs.
The death of Laugh Three Times had relieved him a great deal.