In void space, among the boundaries drawn by the white clouds, an elder with snow-white hair stood there quietly. He looked down on his own palm.
On his right index finger, his fingertip was stained by a few drops of dim golden blood pearls.
Behind him, Kuang Heng, the Xuan Lin Holy Man and the Elegant Cloud Holy Woman looked at one another with ghastly looks.
In their memory, the last time they saw the elder getting hurt was almost 4000 years ago during the War between the Two Worlds.
"Master..." Kuang Heng took in a deep breath.
The Zheng Yi Holy Man waved his hand and his deep voice sounded in void space, "Regarding today’s battle, my disciples should accept defeat. The Great Void Sect has been very impolite. I sincerely apologize to the Celestial Sect of Wonders and fellow cultivators."
"You are good as you have been claimed to be. Maybe we’ll have a chance to spar in the future."
Lin Feng said, "If you wish to, we can do it now."
