"..."
Jiang Buping sat in the private room with a dazed expression, his eyes seemingly looking at the auction hall, but his thoughts gradually drifted away, back to thirty thousand years ago, when he still had many friends.
Among those people, he was not the strongest, nor was he part of the first echelon.
There were many who were stronger than him; he was almost the most inconspicuous one.
But...
In the end, only he survived, while the others died.
The term 'Heavenly Dao Dog' may sound unpleasant and harsh, but as long as one can survive, what's the harm in becoming a dog? If survival cannot be guaranteed, what is the point of honor?
This person who once cultivated to Refining Qi 90,000 Layers was his predecessor.
