A map and prodigies

There was none of the old fighting spirit or hostility in Sen Bei's eyes. He looked as though he had run into an old friend he had not seen in years.

All that remained was joy, along with an indescribable sense of release.

That battle back then had benefited him immensely, playing an important role in his later advancement to Saint.

Now that he had become a Saint, it seemed Mie's progress had been no slower.

Not only had he entered the World King realm, but he also gave off a faint feeling that made Sen Bei's heart tremble.

Needless to say, he was no ordinary World King.

Mie simply kept his depths well hidden.

"What's this? Calling me out here so mysteriously—are you looking to settle the score?"

Shi Yan spoke half jokingly.

If Sen Bei fought him now, winning while maintaining his identity as "Mie" would be rather difficult.

But he guessed that Sen Bei had come looking for him because of Sen Liu.

He just did not understand why Sen Bei had sneaked over, even avoiding Sen Liu.

Even when inviting him out just now, Sen Bei had transmitted his voice from outside, without Long Lu noticing.

"What score is there to settle? I'm past that stage now."

As Sen Bei spoke, he suddenly took a long gulp of wine, and his whole bearing seemed to grow weathered.

"Now... I'm part of the tribe's defensive force."

Every member of the Phantom Forest Tribe received resources from the tribe in their early years. As long as they had talent and were willing to work hard, the tribe spared no expense in nurturing them.

Even after they became Saints or Saint Lords, as long as they continued advancing, the tribe would supply resources, even at great cost to its