Oran's friend was naturally Li Qing, a monk from Ionia who was usually called the Blind Monk after losing his sight.
"Self-immolation to resist an enemy invasion..."
"That was an idea born of prolonged peace. Outsiders could not understand it, but on that land at the time, this policy of nonresistance had once been quite popular.
Of course, I opposed it. Only power could stand against power. Lord Issho, sealing your own eyes could not change what was happening—
Jin Feng was not well-known in the Vast Expanse. He had never even touched the Heavenly Ranking or anything of the sort. It was not that he lacked the ability to rise through the ranks; he simply did not even know about the Heavenly Ranking or Earthly Ranking.
"Who is this person? He has actually reached the strength of a quasi-cult leader?" Jin Feng was greatly shocked. The newcomer's strength was so formidable that even in the ancient Great Desolation era, he would undoubtedly have been a first-rate existence.
But one could not rely on it too much and lose sight of the fundamentals. Everything had its pros and cons, its limits. Too much or too little was no good.
Yun Fan nodded. Looking at Song Tao's sincere expression, he felt for the first time that the man was not so irritating after all. Song Tao was not particularly calculating and handled matters in a fairly upright manner.
In the end, the rain of arrows vanished, and the divine power of the Gilded Bow dimmed as well. The black-robed man used the Soul-Breaking Mace to absorb the black mirror, a sinister smile appearing on his face.
This matter left many people deeply worried. The Demon Race and the Primordial Dragon Race had always been the pillars of stability in the Xuantian