"Of course, I have thought about this, but this time is already my last opportunity. After this, Fu Jun will return to the tribe to inherit it.
A level three tribe is absolutely not something a lone wandering soul like me can contend with. Besides, I am self-aware; perhaps one day I could break through the foundation and form a golden core, but I can't wait any longer. I am eager to see Fu Jun dead. For his death, I am willing to pay any price, even if that price is my own death."
His voice was bleak, yet his words were filled with determination.
Xiao Qiang could understand his feelings at this moment, so he decided not to persuade him further.
At this moment, Heshu turned around, a pouch appeared in his hand. Engraved upon this pouch were some writings, recording the way of the runes.
Luo Floating Sky Book!
This was the very Luo Floating Sky Book that Heshu regarded as his life!
