As he spoke, Ji Dong stopped, his eyes once again becoming blurred, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Ji Dong's voice was not loud, but Frey and the others, being powerful figures of their generation, could still clearly hear every word he said. Chen Sixuan's eyes were already brimming with tears, and she moved instinctively to rush over but was stopped by Frey.
"Don't disturb him; at this time, nobody should. You won't understand his pain. Brother Song, come with me to a place. I also have to pay homage to someone. If you accompany me, the guards won't get the wrong idea. Miao Miao, you and Si Xuan wait here for us." As he said that, Frey once again mounted the Purple Thunder Sky Dragon, which soared into the sky, heading in a certain direction. Song Ruilong could sense that something was off with Frey's emotions and hurriedly followed.
