"So, Lord Shou's next move should be going to the tenth layer of the Dead Sea, right? His Master should be there, as Aunt Xiang said, shouldn't she?"
Aunt Xiang had already left the Dead Sea.
She left early with Beibei and a group of servants, departing from this whirlwind of storms.
Indeed, Ai Cangsheng didn't trouble a woman, and it's unclear whether it was out of respect for The Divine, Dao Qiongcang, or perhaps collateral for Beibei.
Zhu Yike also left.
All his concerns were settled.
All the points were added up.
If he still loses after all this, it means he really tried his best, proving that the Ten High Nobles truly are the Ten High Nobles, forever impossible for successors to surpass...
"Ai Cangsheng, to what extent can you go?"
"What kind of surprise can you bring me?"
After a long silence, Xu Xiaoshou turned his gaze to the Dao Imparting Mirror.
Facing the person far on the horizon, facing all the spectators awaiting the battle in the five regions.
