In the darkness, a shadow spoke coldly, "Fear shows that there's a ghost in one's heart!"
Luo Lingxi's lips slightly curved, "Who in this world has no ghosts in their heart? The important thing is, who dares to take action!"
The shadow expressed slight concern, "Once the ancestor ascends, there will be no one to suppress the Eastern Wasteland, and small characters might get restless. What will our Luo Tian Sect do then?"
Facing this question, Luo Lingxi slowly raised his head.
His face bore a striking resemblance to Sima Huiniang, yet his eyes were identical to Luo Chen's.
At this moment, in his eyes resembling the Cold Pool Abyss, there was a hint of fervor!
"In the past, my father was able to gradually build a negligible force into the current number one holy land of the Eastern Wasteland. Having inherited such a vast foundation, could I let it decline?"
