Ning Zheng naturally didn't know about Jiao Wuyu and his group's predicament within the Dragon Race; maybe Ning Jiaojiao really did have a bunch of younger siblings.
Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
Everyone has their own setbacks and opportunities; where on the Immortal Path is there smooth sailing all the way?
Just as now.
At this moment, Ning Zheng felt his luck wasn't going very well.
+2
+2
...
+150,000!
Ning Zheng watched amidst the crowd, frowning slightly: "Why can't I leave? I want to go back to the manor!"
But they came in batches to travel, so he could only wait here.
"It's a loss; leaving feels like losing horribly." Ning Zheng sighed deeply.
Yet he couldn't not leave; he couldn't simply not go home.
The manor's affairs still needed to be dealt with.
"Forget it; there's plenty of time ahead, squat through the peak period, then go back after a few hours."
