The Fisherman

A man's words turn kind when death approaches; the dead deserve respect.

Had Zhu Chengan still been alive, now and today would naturally have been a different scene. But he was dead, and the old grudges and so-called enmities of the past naturally seemed insignificant.

As a dignified imperial-grade prodigy, Sikong Changfeng could not possibly keep bickering with a dead man, no matter what. That would be far too humiliating.

Upon returning to his room, Qin Jiuge swept out a hand, activating the surrounding formations, then sat down cross-legged.

The rosy color drained from his face the moment he began circulating his cultivation art. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue.

At a glance.

He had indeed defeated Zhu Chengan, but Zhu Chengan was an imperial-grade prodigy, no ordinary man. How could Qin Jiuge possibly have paid no price at all?

"Zhu Chengan, this time, I truly have to thank you properly."

Qin Jiuge took out the True Dragon Heart. With this item,

he could recover from his injuries at the fastest possible speed and remain at his peak. He could even take another step forward and strike at that unprecedented realm, while using it to fuse and absorb the vast amount of providence Zhu Chengan had left behind.

Although overseas providence was vast in quantity, compared to the providence of this continent, it ultimately lacked that final touch of completeness.

And now, Qin Jiuge could finally say this: he truly lacked nothing.

"Rest assured. If the Sky Origin Dynasty faces the danger of destruction someday, I will show mercy."

As Qin Jiuge murmured softly, he swallowed the True Dragon Heart.

At that moment, Feng Ming, Qin Run, Qin Shidi, Qin Wuchen, and a number of other Qin Family members had already appeared