Chapter 1210 The Saint Appears

A thick, harrowing silence fell over the crowd. The people's eyes were wide in shock, but none dared to disturb the quiet while their minds were rushing to understand what they had just heard.

Even after Ricky's voice faded away, the people in the inn hall were still frozen in astonishment, watching Ricky and Ashley with a dumbfounded expression.

Finally, after a long, tense silence, the onlookers began to react one after another.

They looked at Ricky with admiration and deep jealousy because they believed that most of what Ricky had said was the truth.

Initially, both Ashley and Raylan had tried their best to invite Ricky to join them. Ricky said that he would consider it but didn't outright agree with either of them, which indicated that Ricky wasn't interested in the position of the holy son, nor was he interested in the abundant cultivation resources they two could provide him if he joined them. That made it plain as day that material riches could never sway Ricky.

However, whatever he had seen in the jade slip that Ashley gave him had instantly changed his mind.

Perhaps, beauty was the most attractive thing to a man like him. He could reject anything without a care except for the allure of a woman—that was how ever

heart.

"I'm sorry about this, Raylan, but I have to choose the wood branch instead of the water branch," Ricky finally said.

As the dust settled down, the warriors around couldn't help but stare at Ricky enviously. They didn't think badly of him for choosing the wood branch because of Ashley, for if they were him, they would also make the same choice in a heartbeat.

"Come on then. Let's go," Ashley said shortly. She was in a bad mood. All she wanted was asking Ricky to leave with her as soon as possible.

Ricky didn't mind her bad attitude at all. He smiled slightly and prepared to leave, but a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Since ancient times, it's natural for heroes to fall for beautiful women, but the enjoyment brought by martial arts is infinite. Once you have become a powerful man, you can choose any woman you want."

Then, a man clothed in a white robe appeared.

He was a middle-aged man who had a lot of white hair, and his wise, meaningful look seemed to reflect all the tribulations that he had experienced in his lifetime.

As soon as the man appeared, all the eyes abruptly gravitated towards him.

"It's the Nether Water Saint!" one of the crowd shouted out in surprise when he recognized the newcomer.