Why did everyone seem so serious?
Wang Jixuan pulled himself free from that mood and looked at the vigilant Human Race experts on the rainbow bridge, most of them covered in blood, as well as the even more miserable women of the Fire God Palace behind them.
Was... the great battle over?
Wang Jixuan: No sense of participation at all.
Of course, he did not dare say that aloud. Otherwise, the wounded Old Golden Immortals around him would probably tear him apart.
Then Daoist Wang sensed that something was off about the atmosphere. The way they looked at him seemed filled with some complicated emotion...
Hm?
When he had spoken with those Human Kings just now, had the Human Race elites all seen it too?
Wang Jixuan scanned the area, spotted Jian Wu and his teacher Sword Nine nearby, as well as Luo Tianjin and several armored elders, then rose to walk over.
"Sit down!" Luo Tianjin suddenly roared.
Wang Jixuan did not understand why, but he cautiously sat back down.
To his surprise, an old woman beside Luo Tianjin raised her dragon-headed cane and viciously smacked him across the forehead.
"Watch your tone! What, you think having a loud voice makes you impressive?"
Then the old woman put on an apologetic smile, gave Wang Jixuan a slight bow, and said gently:
"Nephew-Disciple Wang... Young Hero Wang, how has your cultivation been? Is there anything you do not understand? This old woman is unworthily the Palace Master of the Spear God Palace, and I have some knowledge of the Way of the Sword as well. Why not let this old woman explain a few things to you?"
Daoist Wang's mouth twitched slightly.
What the hell was "Young Hero"?
Sure enough, turning his sword intent into marks and placing them within