Hearing the obvious listlessness in Zhao Hao's voice, Jiang Liu knew that he was bewildered by the crises awaiting him in the future.
For a martial artist who had clearly reached the Third-Tier Divine Realm of the Realm of Rules, this was simply unimaginable.
Which martial artist capable of cultivating to such a level had not already lived for hundreds or even thousands of years?
Their hearts had long been tempered a thousand times over, hardened like iron, and would no longer be troubled by anything in the mortal world.
Yet now, when faced with his own deadly tribulation, he was clearly helpless. That pent-up frustration—
No matter who it was, they would probably feel the same way.
However, faced with something that was clearly beyond his ability to contend with, Jiang Liu did not know how to comfort him.
At present, all he could do was hope that the Power of Rule within his body would not be discovered by the Three Rule Lords.
Otherwise, he did not even know what his fate would be.
Seeing that his emotions had affected Jiang Liu, Zhao Hao smiled at him and said, "Before any of this happens, it exists only as a feeling in our minds. It may not be accurate. It may not be."
Zhao Hao looked at Jiang Liu before him. For some reason, he always felt a sense of intimacy toward this Human Race martial artist who was not one of his subordinates.
He had never experienced such emotions when facing his own subordinates.
If Jiang Liu had known, he would certainly have told him, You've kept up that act for too long. Every now and then, you have to drop your disguise and vent your emotions.
Feeling the surrounding scenery change, Jiang Liu knew that the Pavilion