On the eve of their departure, word of what had happened in the inner reaches of Northfall Star Creek reached Xuanhuang.
Zhong Yong sought out Jiang Ping and asked, "What do you make of this?"
He had thought the two Worldheart Shards were all that remained after those powerful realms drove down the price. He had never imagined there had originally been twelve, and that the Kunpeng World Lord had pocketed ten of them.
Even an old fossil like him, who had lived through countless years, had never seen such a shameless Great Accomplishment World Lord.
"I thought the Spirit Realm and those powerful realms were jackals of the same den. Looking at it now, World Lord Fang Hua seems a decent man."
Ten Worldheart Shards might not amount to much to those powerful realms, but they would truly be of great use to Xuanhuang.
Yet after this happened, World Lord Fang Hua was the only one who stood up to speak for them.
Meanwhile, the Milky Way Realm, a hegemonic realm that held the dominant position, had done nothing despite reaping the benefits.
Of course, many felt Fang Hua had pressured the True Sun Realm this time for the sake of his own dignity. Still, Zhong Yong was grateful deep down. At least someone had been willing to speak up over this, even if nothing good came of it.
Jiang Ping, however, had no desire to comment.
World Lord-level conflicts were still far removed from him. No amount of talk meant anything; he was better off focusing on what lay before him.
Just then, an enormous flying ship cut across the sky, carrying several hundred young people.
Jiang Ping turned to look. They were Xuanhuang's young talents, preparing to travel through this starry expanse.
"Our realm's hope rests with