As that End Soul Catcher sighed, the entire Autumn Sea Tribe in that temporary tribal village fell into dead silence.
Time trickled by slowly. That dead silence turned into a depressive feeling that pressed on all of their hearts, including Su Ming’s.
Su Ming had more than once made assumptions regarding his eldest senior brother’s origins, but it was only now that he truly understood his eldest senior brother’s identity.
‘The Lord of Nine Li Shaman Tribe…’
Right when that depressing feeling became stronger, ripples spread out from the black smoke coming from the female Nine Li Shaman Soul. Soon after, a voice Su Ming was familiar with came from within, as if it had traveled a long distance through those ripples.
"Before the Immortals of the other worlds descend upon us for the fourth time, I will come…"
