"On the summit of Kunlun Mountain, the Phoenix roams, on Fangzhang Island, I encounter the Qilin. The dream of Nan Ke's yellow millet finally awakens, life is like a drifting duckweed... Martial World, whether in reclusion or engagement, never spares anyone..."
Xie Xiaofeng murmured, yet the momentum around him grew stronger and stronger, as if his aged body experienced the rejuvenation of spring from a withered tree.
But his expression appeared more fatigued, he stared at Jiang Dali, "I originally intended to leave completely after a battle with Ding Peng, traveling to a deserted border to rid myself of all worldly ties.
Yet now, your insistence on saber skill seems destined, I shall answer this calamity.
If misfortune befalls me today, I only hope you and Ding Peng can go to the wasteland for me, see its scenery, and glimpse the legendary War God Temple, what state is it truly in?"
"You too know about the War God Temple?"
Jiang Dali's body shook, surprised.
