"It should be his handiwork."
Wang Miaomiao pondered to herself, the smile that was originally on her face now turned increasingly bleak.
In the past.
She had an opportunity, but unfortunately, she gave it up.
Wang Miaomiao had a premonition.
She feared she would regret this for the rest of her life.
...
After things were resolved.
Zheng Yi no longer needed to hide in the Concealment Array.
He calmly walked out.
Wang Shan thanked him again: "Today's matter, thanks to you, Third Elder!"
"Old Ancestor, you're joking."
Zheng Yi shook his head, looking humble.
Then, Zheng Yi left the ancestral hall.
The Foundation Establishment experts began to handle the post-battle matters of the Li Family from Qingshui Pool and the Zhang Family from Chiyan Valley.
Zheng Yi walked in the mansion.
He watched the surrounding hustle with little stir in his heart.
After all, this was the brutal cultivation realm.
Zheng Yi returned home.
