"Luo Chen..."
"Master..."
"Father King..."
Within the Sea Suppressing Immortal City on the Tian Nan Continent.
In a silent room, sounds of murmuring were occasionally heard.
The voice was sometimes full of nostalgia, sometimes filled with resentment energy.
Upon closer inspection, the owner of the voice was unexpectedly a middle-aged man.
His features were rugged and stern, seeming to naturally exude an immense aura of nobility.
The golden robe he wore further accentuated his royal demeanor.
He sat there, not knowing how much time had passed, yet it seemed like only a brief moment; he remained seated like a mountain, showing no signs of unrest, as if he had long been accustomed to such days.
He caressed a grand and magnificent crown in his hand, with a gaze filled with nostalgia.
This crown was named the Ping Mountain Crown!
