"Hu…" St. Leidon was also sitting on the audience stand.
"Old Wilson." Seeing the scenes before him, even though he was a saint-level master who had witnessed everything that could happen in the world, he was still emotional. He asked Sword Saint Wilson, who was sitting beside him, "Are you feeling regretful?"
"Regretful of what?" Sword Saint Wilson looked at the stage and asked.
"Regretful that we came to this prosperous world too late." Looking at the players who were cheering thunderously all over the venue, St. Leidon sighed, "Looking at them, I'm a bit envious."
"I'm not regretful." Sword Saint Wilson's vision seemed to have returned to that almost-collapsed battleground.
In the darkness, the warm light lit up the whole area. Without noticing it, his eyes turned blurry as if he was seeing that radiant light again.
"Arise, my champion!"
If there was a miracle, this was it. "It's enough to hear this one sentence."
