Within the Martial Pavilion, those Great Martial Emperors with more seniority and unfathomable strength were still lining up.
The difficult path ahead had long been predestined.
Sun-Eroding Cry said no more, his figure slowly fading, as if merging into the void, quietly departing.
The pavilion once again returned to tranquility.
Xue Qing walked slowly back to the window, looking at the Dragon Fish leisurely swaying their tails in the emerald pond below, the frost in his eyes seemed to melt a little, and the corners of his lips lifted in an extremely faint arc.
"The Martial Ancestor just came, probably bringing some good news."
In the martial arena, Gongyi Zi Yu looked up, cautiously examining the direction of the pavilion for a while before patting his chest, earnestly nodding and whispering to Tu Jingchuan by his side.
Tu Jingchuan still had a tense face, looking serious, but ultimately couldn't suppress his curiosity. He sneakily sent a message asking, "How do you know?"
