"Oh?"
"You are heading to the Ancient Battlefield Ruins?"
Ji Yuan heard this and was somewhat surprised. It seemed the two of them truly had some destiny intertwined, meeting in this vast city was one thing, but now they even shared the same destination.
"Yes."
Wang Cultivator was maneuvering a flying spiritual artifact resembling a white cloud, and at this moment, he slightly slowed down his flying speed and communicated with Ji Yuan through transmitted speech: "I have no fear of Brother Qiu mocking me; I was initially a son-in-law in the Wei Family within the Ancient Battlefield Ruins, but later, due to some trivial matters, I headed south."
"Now I hear that my father-in-law has left the mortal world, so I must return to pay my respects."
As Wang Cultivator spoke, the smile faded from his eyes, replaced by a trace of desolation.
"My condolences, Brother Wang."
