It was a golden glow shimmering in the darkness; glorious, full of warmth as if dusk has turned to dawn.
But Tian Xing wouldn't care for such a thing.
Of course, he had heard Mu Qingfeng, but he couldn't be sure of its truth. And furthermore, he had already done it - how could he possibly stop?
"You have less than four months to live? Who cares? You'll die now even if you only had one day left!" Tian Xing's glare grew colder by the second, reaching peak intensity in no time.
"The Holy Region… is so cool indeed!" Fang Zhengzhi's gaze inched towards Tian Xing before he suddenly revealed a smirk.
What have we learned from centuries of bloodshed?
The world had no shortage of crafty, wicked people. But in times of chaos, that wasn't so important; what truly mattered was if one was strong or weak.
It was survival of the fittest.
In the chaotic Holy Region, the five sects reigned in each of their parts.
