The Puppet Lord stared at Zhao Luo.
"Clap."
The puppet lord couldn't help but admire the young man in front of him.
"There are myriad challengers out there who are not even sure of their ultimate goal. But you, young man you have a clear goal."
The Puppet Lord said to Zhao Luo.
Zhao Luo could feel a coldness taking over his body as he looked at the expressionless face of the Puppet Lord who was just admiring Zhao Luo a moment ago.
"Do you think you qualify to stand at the summit of your World?"
The Puppet Lord asked in a powerful voice.
Zhao Luo was silent for a moment but then one after another, moments of the past kept on rising in his mind.
The years that he spent in his mind. Then the years with the old man. Getting the Heaven Tomb from the old man. The meeting with owners of the Heaven Tomb. Mastering the Naoli.
'Mhmm.'
Zhao Luo mumbled as memories passed through his eyes.
