"I still need to cultivate diligently and strive to improve myself," Qin Ming murmured to himself, gazing into the direction where Li Qingyue disappeared.
The Outer World was much larger than he had imagined, encompassing Pure Land, Immortal Soil, Yang Soil, Evil Land, and more.
The contest for items Close to Immortal involved Taoist lineages that all belonged to the Pure Land system.
The departure of an old acquaintance left Qin Ming somewhat lost in thought.
At this moment, Qi Daoming, like him, stood motionless.
But their emotions were completely different; Lord Qi felt as though the sky was falling—several betting booths outside were connected to him, and now they had collapsed!
Who placed such heavy bets? Two over-the-river sources timed their wagers on Qin Ming's victory—previously, he didn't even know someone had played so big.
