"All things come with a price. Although His Majesty the Human Emperor sacrificed himself to bear the brunt of it, as time passes, the fearful loss of spiritual nature is still unbearable for the Lingxia Realm wherein we reside."
"Moreover, there is the Trio of Bastards—Taoist Ancestral, Heavenly Buddha, and Demon Lord—who took away the already scarce spiritual nature of Lingxia Realm. To this day, it has never returned."
"These three scum have utterly betrayed His Majesty the Human Emperor's trust!"
A voice filled with resentment immediately emerged from the person in the silver-white mask.
Yi Chen pricked up his ears upon hearing the names of the three bigwigs—Taoist Ancestral, Demon Lord, and Heavenly Buddha.
Holy shit, even bigger scoops? Did the Trio of Taoist Ancestral leaders run away?
"Master of Soldiers, give us the details!" Yi Chen courteously picked up the teapot and poured a second brew of tea into the Master of Soldiers' almost empty cup.
