Bohan Island's fame was far-reaching. In a vast area in its sphere of influence, the hunters that entrenched themselves in the spatial tide either had life-preservation means akin to Palatial Lord Myriad Flower's or they had already submitted to Bohan Island.
The reason why Bohan Island could have such might… was solely due to a single existence—Bohan Island Lord.
"You are mad! Are you going to destroy your entire clan for an other-clan woman?"
"Sacred Lord, is it worth it to do so? Is it?"
"Master, I don't want to die, please…"
Voices sounded one after another.
On Bohan Island, a white-haired man was leaning against a huge tree, seemingly asleep, when he suddenly opened his eyes.
"I dreamed those scenes again." The white-haired man muttered to himself. "Lan Sheng is dead, then the entire world has to be silent. Once everyone is killed, they would no longer disturb her. How nice it would be to make the entire world Lan Sheng's grave."
