At the air terminal, the corporate warriors were still contemplating their future path, while Farosa had already begun to plan her withdrawal from the real world, intending to first retreat to Nangong Island to lay low.
The advent of the Godslayer Weapon was no trivial matter; the Ancient Mystics had harbored thoughts of seizing it since the moment it was forged, and their greed would not be diminished in the slightest now.
"In the future, strife and combat will be endless, and that is the most fitting sword for me," Farosa said, as she wrapped layer upon layer of pale linen around the Godslayer Weapon, concealing its violent malice.
"We need to take it to Nangong Island, to hide its aura fluctuations," Xu Yang ascended to the rooftop of Shijin Mansion.
Darkness had fallen, and the sky was overcast with clouds.
