Chrysanthemum Pig lay comfortably in Yao Qianshu's arms, its gaze fixed on the depths of the Holy Evil Island. A mysteriously cicil gleamed in its small eyes, and there was a naughty grin on its mouth, hinting at an unknown thought. Faintly, a soft white light stealthily flashed across the bottom of its eyes.
The once-in-five-years Holy Evil battle had thus come to a satisfying end—at least, for the Bright Five Element Continent. It would be another five years before the Holy Evil Path would open again.
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