"Now this really is trouble..."
After the conversation ended, Ye Qiyan let out a long sigh.
"A living member of the Hero Race?"
Several figures surfaced in his mind.
"Thirteenth, Twelve, Ninth, and now Eleventh. Should I say that's the Hero Race for you? They were supposedly all ended, but one after another, they still had their own ways of leaving something behind in the Wasteland.
"Then, in that case..."
Ye Qiyan's pupils contracted slightly as a bold thought occurred to him.
"Could that apex of the Golden Race, the chief of the Hero Race, have left something behind too? Or even..."
Was she still alive?
No.
Ye Qiyan shook his head, rejecting the idea.
If the chief of the Hero Race had not died, the Golden Race would not have been destroyed.
But...
Could she have left something behind?
"I can't make sense of any of this... Forget it. I'm only here for the money this time. Once I get it, I'm running straight away. I refuse to believe this could still have anything to do with me. Hiss, no, I'd better rub off some good luck from Zhao Lin. That should do it."
As long as he did not go meddling of his own accord.
Order Heaven's safety had nothing whatsoever to do with him.
"Lisette, how much farther?"
"At our current speed, another half a day."
Half a day.
There... probably would not be any problems.
After all, Zhao Lin still had Good Luck.
"...Cough... cough... Lu Jiayun... my dear disciple. What fine methods. So that's how it is..."
Order Heaven Capital, High Heaven Battlefield.
Mo Wen, the grand executive of the City of a Thousand Stars, currently had three long sabers sticking out of his body.
Undying and indestructible as he was, he was now