On top of a desolate mountain, the white robes of the young man were stained with blood. The depth of his eyes shone with a coldness that made the temperature around the surroundings drastically plunge.
The chosen of the Xuan King City, they can just wait for him to return.
His silhouette flickered as he hugged Little Rascal, departing from this area.
Evidently, this area wasn’t suitable for them to stay in any longer. Especially considering that Purgatory had entered his bloodstream, it could recover and cultivate while in there.
