Two chapters combined.
In this era, the 13 Sources converged, a change unprecedented in history.
The future environment was destined to be exceptionally harsh; bloodshed and chaos were certain. Ling Qingxuan was dazed. Her old friend from back then, now a True King, could still treat her with such sincere goodwill. That was tantamount to ensuring that, whatever she faced in the future, she would have a chance to survive.
Her eyes reddened. Deeply moved, she quietly wiped away the glistening tears at their corners.
After this incident, who still had the mood to gather?
Yi Xuan, a Level 6 Breaker, Zhu Daocheng, an Ultimate Limit Breaker, and the rest of the group all left quickly, sullen and somewhat humiliated.
"Do you think it would really be fine if we cursed him behind his back a few times? Even when we met our ancestors, we never had to kneel..." someone muttered indignantly.
"If you're dissatisfied, go curse him yourself. Don't drag us into it," said a burly man.
The others were silent as well. That New King might have said it was fine to curse him, but he had stood up for Ling Qingxuan. Could he really refrain from secretly striking at them over his own dignity?
"Forget it. The sky is vast, the earth is vast, but a True King is greatest. The main thing is, he's too 'down-to-earth'!" Even the proud and unruly Zhu Daocheng muttered, consoling himself.
Before long, news of this spread. All parties were shocked and could only sigh that he was worthy of being a New King; he had yet to cast off the influence of living in the present world.
"Daoist friend, you should be more aloof. Why personally attend to every matter? Sending a young attendant would have been enough," the Giant