"I should have gone out long ago."
Throughout the journey, Zhu Ji, who kept silent most of the time, suddenly expressed such inexplicable sentiment.
When Li Wang bombarded Pang Jian with questions left and right, Zhu Ji did not utter a single word.
The current movements of the Alien Tribes, the whereabouts of that mysterious Sovereign, including the trail of the Original Demon, Zhu Ji showed little interest.
Yet, when Pang Jian spoke of his experiences outside the Star River, his explorations of the Dark Prison and the Thunder Prison, and after he had slain the Middle-level God Youkui alone, Zhu Ji suddenly let out such a sigh.
He looked deeply at Pang Jian, as if beholding the resplendent and variegated Star River outside, as if assessing the situation beyond the heavens.
A longing color appeared in his eyes.
He felt no fear, nor did he perceive the dangers beyond the heavens to be numerous. He only felt that he had acted a bit too late.
