"Farewell, old friend!"
Wang Ye watched the Ancient Ice Giant Dragon's life force fade away as it fell, closing his eyes to see it off on its final journey.
The air was thick with reluctance, filling him with emotion while further strengthening his resolve on the path of cultivation.
In cultivation, if you do not advance, you retreat!
Might makes right!
In the world of cultivators, without great power, there is no hope and only one's life can be wagered.
While Wang Ye was silently mourning the Ancient Ice Giant Dragon, an earth-shattering event occurred in another realm.
This event was directly related to Wang Ye.
"What? The real culprit hasn't been found?"
"Yes! We only discovered Xiao Hong's aura tainted with the Saint Heir's blood, suggesting he might have battled the Saint Heir. But... this is merely a subordinate's speculation."
