Zhu Minglang sat quietly for a long time, lost in thought.
Perhaps his destiny as an Azure God had something to do with his first mentor.
Unfortunately, after journeying through the complexity and vastness of the world, Zhu Minglang never got the chance to sit down and have a good talk with her.
It felt as though she had vanished into thin air!
Touching the sword in his hand, Zhu Minglang felt as if he had come full circle.
However, some things inherently have no answer.
Zhu Minglang stared at the scene for several days but never found the person he was looking for, so he had to give up.
When he arrived at Ancestral Dragon City, Zhu Minglang found that its appearance hadn't changed much from before, even the workshop he used to frequent was still run by the Zhao family... He remembered the previous master was Zhao Long with his robust muscles.
