Cui Zhen stood in front of the Great Flood Dragon like a mountain.
Dark ink overshadowed everything below.
He silently looked at the Great Flood Dragon, whose once fierce, golden vertical pupils were now dim, weak, and even a bit ingratiating.
The world was silent.
A cacophony sounded from above as flocks of Shadow Crows swept past.
"Someone once told me that the affairs of the world are like flowing clouds, elusive, indecisive, and fleeting..."
Several moments later, Cui Zhen spoke, his voice hoarse.
He paused.
Looking at the Nether Sea Venerable, who had changed appearance.
Cui Zhen laughed at himself.
"Heh..."
He still remembered a year ago when he left Falcon Wind Gorge and journeyed to the Northern Land, with his heart set on avenging the "monkey" of Great Ape Mountain.
Who would have thought.
The revenge was indeed fulfilled.
But that monkey... wasn't even a monkey anymore...
"...?"
The Nether Sea Venerable looked bewildered.
