Wen Yong frowned in confusion as he pulled out a portrait.
This was something he had snatched after another Loose Cultivator almost mistook him for the person being pursued during his escape.
Fortunately, he had reacted swiftly, striking first and killing him, thereby acquiring this very portrait.
"Brother, you're more impressive than me," Wen Yong spoke to the portrait. "I'm only being hunted by the Dai Family, but you're being chased by both the Divine Sect and Su Family; I hope you can escape."
Looking at the youth in the portrait, Wen Yong felt a kinship with another soul cast adrift in the world.
Staring into the gloomy tunnel, Wen Yong's gaze hardened, "Dai Family, I, Wen Yong, will surely return to seek revenge."
His expression somber, the tunnel stretched on for thousands of miles, harboring dangers within.
And with injuries weakening him to about fifty or sixty percent of his strength, his odds of making it through depended entirely on luck.
"Cough cough!"
