After he left the wordless monument, everyone who was close to Jian Wushuang felt that he had changed.
Maybe it was perseverance, maybe he was cold-blooded, maybe he was gradually losing the compassion in his heart, but no one could be sure.
After much thought, Supreme Xue Bo finally spoke, "Palace Master Wushuang, are you alright? Do you want to rest for a while?"
Jian Wushuang shook his head and covered up the fatigue in his eyes, "It's fine. The Dragon clan and the Phoenix clan have been on the Offworld Battlefield for more than a few months. I can't neglect them."
After that, Jian Wushuang led everyone back to the base camp.
Dragon Emperor Linhe, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, was the first to wake up. He stood up and cupped his hands. "I, Linhe from the Dragon clan, pay my respects to Palace Master Wushuang."
