"Who? Who is speaking to me?"
Ning Chuan looked around in shock, but could not find the source of the voice.
"Go thirty thousand miles east, and you can meet me."
The inexplicable calm voice came again, and this time Ning Chuan knew it was not an illusion. His expression shifted between light and dark, unsure whether to trust this mysterious figure who had suddenly appeared.
However, Ning Chuan did not hesitate for long. He took a step, soared into the sky, and headed straight for the east, thirty thousand miles away.
Of course, Ning Chuan wouldn't believe the words of a stranger, but he was unwilling to give up the chance to become Supreme; even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he had to try.
East, thirty thousand miles away.
A mighty river rolled on with waves rising and falling. Willows swayed in the wind on both banks. The crystal-clear waves shimmered, and a figure stood by the riverside.
