"Did Lord Tu forget? The pressure from the Taoist Sect, I have long felt it."
"Is Jinguo the Taoist Sect?" Tu Hu looked at him, shadows deep around his eyes: "Marquis Wu An, I must say, your understanding of politics does not match your status."
"You're right, I'm indeed naive in politics," Jiang Wang smiled nonchalantly, "But it's not to the extent that just because I've learned Immortal Techniques, the Taoist Sect should hunt me down relentlessly? There's no such reasoning in this world."
"Many times in this world, there's no reasoning," Tu Hu spread his hands, "I'm just reminding you, no other intention... It's getting late, I should go meditate. Thank you for your visit, it made my half-day relatively pleasant."
The other party ended the conversation so easily, merely touched on the Taoist Sect's issue, which somewhat surprised Jiang Wang.
But surprise is one thing; his feet did not slow.
