"Alright, we'll do as you say.
This time, if you find yourself outmatched,
you must stay alive. You are the true hope of our Human Race!
Just as an old saying from our Chinese civilization goes:
'As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn!'"
Ma Yunteng heavily patted Ye Fan on the shoulder. His eyes were even slightly warm as he spoke.
"Mm."
Ye Fan nodded heavily as well.
Seven years ago.
He had still been an apprentice constantly feeling his way through martial cultivation. Back then, a Spirit Stream Realm martial artist had been his goal.
Star River Realm martial artists had been towering figures in his eyes.
But now.
Seven years had passed.
He had already become a pillar of martial cultivation for the Human Race!
This battle that would decide the fate of humanity
was actually resting entirely upon his shoulders.
"Come, let this cup of wine see you off to a triumphant return, little brother!"
Ma Yunteng flipped his palm, and streams of light flashed.
Two cups of wine appeared.
Ye Fan picked one up, lightly clinked it against Ma Yunteng's, and drained it in one gulp!
A faintly spicy sensation flowed like a line of fire down Ye Fan's throat and into his stomach.
A warm feeling spread through him, as comfortable as soaking in a bath.
Ye Fan felt that both his spiritual power and physical body had improved by the slightest bit.
"Alright, Ai Wei is waiting for you. Go."
Ma Yunteng patted Ye Fan's shoulder, turned, and left.
At the headquarters of the Star Martial Hall, atop a pavilion on the highest floor.
The scenery here was breathtaking, as though the entire Ziwei Emperor Star lay within view.
At night, countless stars would appear in the