After a long time, the black-robed figure let out a sinister laugh.
Unlike the intimidation and curses of those evil spirits in the white mist before, this laughter carries a touch of lament.
It was as if seeing the household of an old enemy, now reduced to relying on children to hold the fort, evoked a sense of helplessness.
Even though Li Zhiyuan could still "meet eyes" with him, holding the scene, in the eyes of the black-robed figure, it was merely the stubbornness of a young man needing to uphold the family honor.
The black-robed figure's gaze shifted from the young man, scanning the tablets on the altar behind.
It lingered on one tablet for a long time.
As if reminiscing about the years spent confronting the Dragon King.
Li Zhiyuan knew that if he followed that gaze, he should be able to find where the Dragon King was.
But he couldn't do that.
