As he gets closer and closer.
The resonance in Zhang Jing's heart grows stronger and stronger.
A glimmer of excitement flashes in his eyes, and his flying speed suddenly increases.
...
Four hours later.
On a black iron-stone island in the vast sky.
"Is that...my three Senior Brothers?"
Zhang Jing, who has just landed and sees three figures seated around the location of the legacy he sensed, couldn't help but pause in surprise.
"What the hell, this legacy...is it fickle?"
He couldn't help but complain to himself.
Following this, Zhang Jing steps rigidly, moving step by step towards the three figures.
He feels a complex mix of emotions.
...
"Junior Brother greets the three Senior Brothers."
Zhang Jing stood beside the trio and spoke humbly.
At the same time, he couldn't help but look at a pearl emitting a soft white glow.
"It must be this," he thought to himself.
On the other side, however.
"Junior Brother Zhang Jing is here."
"Please sit, Junior Brother."
