Wang Xiao took out a jade slip and saw an elusive face appear in it. At the same time, a voice asked him, "Wang Xiao, what's happening there?"
This voice was, not surprisingly, the voice of the City Lord of Tianyan.
Three years had passed since that battle. Of course, cultivators of the Divine Prefecture could not have continued to stay there. They were long gone.
Only Wang Xiao, with his stubborn obsession, had wanted to wait for a definitive ending, and that was to witness Ye Futian's destruction. But three years later, he was still waiting.
"Nothing has changed," Wang Xiao responded.
