In the Kunlun Main Hall.
A white Daoist robe with fiery red edges fluttered in the wind.
"It looks like it's about time. The time is almost ripe."
At the edge of the mountain, the middle-aged man looked into the distance.
It was as if he was looking at the Eastern Wastelands.
"These people have fought for so long. There should already be an outcome.
It's too slow."
The little dragon on his shoulder scratched its head in confusion.
"What's the use of me walking alone in front?
It's more interesting if everyone is together. Kunlun isn't that petty. Although it can't be said that we are magnanimous, we can still tolerate the existence of more experts."
The little dragon looked up at the middle-aged man and opened its mouth as if it was saying something.
"Which living being doesn't have selfish motives? Who doesn't want to walk at the front?
It is normal for them to fight and risk their lives for this.
