Jiang Yan brought down a hand chop, and the entire space station, along with that alien, vanished into the starry sky.
They had acted so damn arrogantly that he had thought Blue Star had already been conquered by the Black River Empire.
Jiang Yan dusted himself off, took one step, and appeared directly on Blue Star.
Then he took another step and descended straight into Linjiang City.
When he saw Old Wang again, Jiang Yan found that he had aged considerably. They had clearly only been apart for a year.
Jiang Yan took out the immortal herb he had deliberately kept in the Mustard Seed Space and said with a smile to Old Wang, who had opened the door:
"Old Wang, we can have a proper nourishing meal today."
Using such a precious, ancient herb to cook porridge might seem wasteful, but in Jiang Yan's eyes, there was only whether he wanted to do it, never whether it was worth it.
At the very least, after eating this herb, Old Wang could live a few more carefree years.
He had not forgotten that pillar of the nation in the Divine Capital. Taking advantage of Old Wang's attempt to get sentimental, he slipped out of Linjiang City.
Before Old Wang could say a single word, he wiped the corner of his eyes and cursed under his breath, "You brat, the feelings had already been built up to this point, and you actually ran off."
"Damn it!"
Divine Capital.
Zheng Ju.
That old man was still lying in bed, his white hair like frosted grass and his body gaunt and withered, as though all his flesh and blood had been drained away, even his marrow wiped clean.
For a martial artist so sick that the illness had seeped into his very bones,