"Then I'll go make the preparations first." Li Buzheng spoke firmly, turned around, and left the hall!
After walking out of the hall, Li Buzheng looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. Seeing the elders in the distance brimming with joy, his gaze grew vacant.
After a long while, Li Buzheng turned his head slightly and looked back at the hall he had just left. He could not help murmuring softly, "Father, are you really doing this for me?"
But there was no one here besides Li Buzheng. Naturally, no one answered him!
After remaining silent for a long time, Li Buzheng took a step forward, his heart filled with unshakable resolve. "Father, no matter who you're doing this for or what you intend to do, I'll work hard to keep up with you!"
"Since you want me to take first place in this martial competition and become Kunxu's Walker of the World..."
"Then I'll definitely take it!"
Li Buzheng left with determination and began preparing for the upcoming martial competition!
After everyone had left, Li Zhengyi sat alone in the empty Dark Hall. At this moment, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he no longer possessed the same imposing spirit he had shown before Li Buzheng and the elders of the Elders Council!
In the darkness, Li Zhengyi sat there all alone.
Silence—the dead silence of death itself!
After a long while, a voice echoed through that silence.
The voice was ancient and weathered, as though it were calling out the names of certain people!
"Lin Duo..."
"Lan Ling..."
"Bai Mu..."
"Fu Qingshuang..."
"Wen Cheng..."
"Jin Lu..."
"Wine Madman..."
"Su Yanhua..."
"Xun Zhizang..."
"Li Subai..."
"..."
The voice echoed through the empty hall, sounding like bitter sobs, unbearably sorrowful!
But no one heard that voice...