"A peaceful end?!" Lou Hechuan looked up at the sky, his muddled eyes surged with a hint of loneliness and desolation.
"Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, who among us can have a peaceful end?"
"Having not seen longevity, ultimately buried, the flatlands are full of treacherous shoals..." Lou Hechuan lamented quietly.
Between heaven and earth, life is like a white steed darting through a crack, in an instant. In the end, one will find that this road is indeed a dead end with no peaceful end.
"You should go!"
Lou Hechuan whispered, but his tone was three parts indifferent.
Zhang Fan remained silent, True Yang surged, boiling like a torrent, his Primordial Spirit was ready to emerge. He was judging if he could suppress the president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters with his current strength.
Rumble...
