Li Weiyi carefully examined the corpses of Yuan Qi, Yuan Sheng, the Monkey Demon, Chen Ying, and an unknown human martial artist from the Five Seas Realm. After collecting their weapons and valuables, he followed the faint traces left by Wang Daozhen and pursued him.
Dressed in a night cloak that wrapped around his entire body, he remained hidden and cautious as he proceeded.
“Just leaving two words, ‘It’s good,’ without any further explanation. What does that mean? Is it good, or not good?”
Li Weiyi sighed deeply, contemplating the matter. He believed that the confrontations at the level of the Five Seas Realm were still dominated by the four major sects, especially given their alliances with powerful external forces. Just taking Tianya Ridge as an example, the strong abounded, and the demons danced chaotically.
The two groups of barbaric marauders, the Coffin Mountain and the Earth Wolf King Army, were also not to be underestimated. In contrast, the Nine Li Tribe had only sent one questionable individual, Li Ling, in half a month, which made their prospects appear bleak and troubling. … The grasslands were vast and boundless.
The yellow sky and black earth resembled the ancient myths of the mysterious and yellowed wilderness.
But…