"Since you intend to invade East Breeze, I will not stop you, but remember two things," the speaker began, "first, ensure the safety of our Hundred Peaks Sect's disciples as much as possible; second, those who attack our Eastern Wasteland are the cultivators of East Breeze. Try not to harm the common folk of East Breeze."
"Yes, disciple understands."
Cao Zhen quickly ended his conversation with Ling Xi.
Even though he knew that a war between Eastern Wasteland and East Breeze was inevitable, he was unable to return home and could only continue to wait here.
Finally, half a year after his arrival in Eastern Border, Eastern Border and Eastern Wasteland slowly connected. The vast ocean between them turned into a river, and the mist in the middle of the river began to dissipate.
Cao Zhen tentatively stepped towards the range covered by the white mist. The sensation of swimming against the current that he had felt when he first moved from Eastern Wasteland to East Breeze didn't arise.
