After offering his compliment, Milo Simmons shifted the conversation. "When I first got here, I heard there's a palace in the east with a strong body inside. Let's go and try our luck. What do you think?"
"Let's go!" Damian Fowler agreed. He hadn't come here to sulk but to find opportunities.
The group continued their journey.
Braydon Neal remained relaxed—he had the whole day to explore.
He could already sense it: the disciples of the Northern Army had entered Maknum, and many had come.
The Black Screen Heaven, operating in the shadows, would honor their agreement with Braydon.
Day or night, none of the human disciples had moved.
The real threats were the demons and the immortals.
If it were a fair fight between disciples of the same generation and rank, the Northern Army's disciples could die with honor.
