The God of Suffering inclined his ear to listen, and he simultaneously heard two sounds. One sound naturally came from the Metropolitan, it was the continuous wailing of Star Covering,
The other sound came from an unknown distant place, lazy and beautiful jazz melodies wafted over in such an ethereal and graceful manner.
"God of Suffering, you have been away from the battlefield for too long, you've grown old, indeed aged beyond your feats..."
"In the secular world, there's a group of people, called martial masters, who practice their fists and feet day and night; they often spread a saying, 'the fist fears youth', but in truth, it's not just the fist that fears youth. In the Incense Fire Divine Dao, it's exactly the same, the fist fears youth."
Star Covering's voice resonated melodiously from the Mist Dream.
"The you in the Metropolitan is not the real you."
