"Xie Song... Young Master Song..." Lin Yisheng was already gasping for breath, but he dared not harbor a trace of resentment.
In Taixuan Mountain, where the strong are revered, such cruelty is the norm.
The weak and the minor families are always in danger.
Sometimes, the weak can be killed by the strong without any reason at all.
That he has survived until now has already been a stroke of good fortune.
In the time that followed.
Song Fen, Song Shouming, and their group stayed quietly on the bank of the pool, not far from Way Lin and the others, patiently waiting.
Meanwhile.
Su Chen was reaching the final juncture.
The Flood Dragon's Essence Blood in the Dragon Crystal Coffin was almost completely absorbed.
Su Chen had long since come fully to his senses, sitting cross-legged inside the coffin, clearing and acclimating to his new body and strength.
