After Wu Pifu ate his fill and drank his fill, he even took a bath, then dozed off for a few hours right inside the very palace he had demolished.
This was the kingdom whose king, numerous high nobles, and many powerful ministers had all been slaughtered by him.
At the same time, the nation and the Five Gods Church were mobilizing for all-out war, yet he remained so unfazed and composed.
One had to admit that this calm composure gave Huang Rong immense psychological support.
Right now, she was in the stage of exploring and assessing the entire world, and it was the time she felt the most insecure.
Everything from before—her martial arts, her knowledge, her background—all of it counted for nothing here.
None of it was reliable.
In her original world, the reason she dared to wander the martial world alone was partly because she was truly clever and quick-witted, but mainly because of her father, the Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi.
As one of the five absolute masters of that world, he could easily handle any trouble she got into—even if she offended other top masters, they wouldn’t want to mess with someone under his protection.
But this world was different.
Her father, one of the five unrivaled geniuses of her original world, couldn’t cross over here.
Her martial arts counted for nothing.