Lu Yin looked toward the distant city. "So that city has killed an Extreme Expert."
"One of the Nine Saints of Reincarnation Space-Time died in that city," Zhi Bing said, his hands behind his back.
Everyone was stunned. They hadn't known.
Even Mu Mu hadn't known. She had only guessed from the city's unusual shape, and she hadn't expected to be right—much less that the city had buried one of the Nine Saints of Reincarnation Space-Time.
Jiang Xiao Dao's mouth fell open. "Is that Leng City?"
Zhi Bing chuckled. "You're not completely stupid after all."
Xu Yue was curious. "Hey, Jiang Xiao Dao, what's going on?"
Jiang Xiao Dao looked grim. "A long time ago, when Reincarnation Space-Time first encountered the Lost Race, the two sides went to war. Reincarnation Space-Time sent five of the Nine Saints, and one of them died here. That's why the Lost Race was recognized and allowed to join the Six Directions Meeting."
Lu Yin looked toward distant Leng City. The Six Directions Meeting hadn't been formed peacefully; wars had broken out along the way.
Wen Sansi said, "So the Three Venerables and Nine Saints existed before the Six Directions Meeting was formed?"
"The Three Venerables and Nine—" Jiang Xiao Dao started to answer, then realized who had asked. He stopped. "What business is that of yours?"
Wen Sansi didn't mind.
Leng City was bustling. As Zhi Bing put it, the city had marked a turning point in the Lost Race's history.
Of course, Jiang Xiao Dao responded with an eye roll.
At a glance, it seemed like a single city, but there were more cities beyond its walls. The enormous city sprawled across the starry sky. It wasn't as large as a star, but it was still vast enough to house tens of billions