"Quasi-Immortal Emperor!"
As Jiang Hui's voice fell, Shi Hao's expression turned solemn in an instant. He furrowed his brows, his gaze sharp, as he looked down at the earth, deep in thought.
A beam of sunlight came down, falling onto the side of the face of this future Emperor Huang Tian. Unbeknownst to him, Shi Hao's face already showed some traces of the vicissitudes brought on by the passing years.
After tens of thousands of years, this being who once loved to drink the milk of beasts had become ever more extraordinary and tenaciously unyielding!
Jiang Hui could feel a sense of resolute strength and indomitable spirit emanating from deep within the other.
This vigor had always existed within Shi Hao's flesh and blood, like a sprouting seed that, with the passing of time, had broken through the earth and grown from a tender sprout into a towering tree.
In the dappled shadow of the trees, Shi Hao pondered for a long time before he spoke.
