Divine Realm, atop a lofty peak, the Knowing Fate Demonic Body and the Lord of the Divine Realm—the two figures standing at the very pinnacle of humanity's forces—met for half a day, exchanging the intelligence in their hands and setting the course for humanity's future fate.
Half a day later, Ning Chen stepped down from the mountain, his expression calm, his eyes deep as an abyss.
At the foot of the mountain, Peacock waited quietly, without the slightest trace of impatience on her face.
As they passed each other, Ning Chen's steps paused slightly. He asked, "Young Master Xiaobai is from the Dragon Clan?"
"Yes."
Peacock nodded and said calmly, "When you saved that Great Xia legend, the Dragon Qi that erupted from within your body—was it the Dragon Clan's fortune?"
"Yes."
Ning Chen answered truthfully. "Not only do I possess the Dragon Clan's fortune, I also have a Dragon Emperor Sword. Entrusted by another, I am to deliver it to a descendant of the Dragon Clan. But I must meet that person myself and confirm his identity as a Dragon Clan descendant."
Hearing this, Peacock narrowed her eyes. "Senior Brother has already left the Divine Realm. Still, you will meet eventually. I too look forward to the day when dragon and phoenix join hands to slaughter devils."
Ning Chen nodded. "I still have matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first. Senior Palace Lord is still waiting atop the peak. Miss Peacock, please go up soon."
Having said this, Ning Chen did not linger any longer and walked toward the outskirts of the Divine Realm.
After Ning Chen left, Peacock watched him for a long while at the foot of the peak. Then she withdrew her gaze and turned her wheelchair toward the mountain.
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