The True Martial King looked at Yang Fei's moist eyes and couldn't help but smile.
"Miao'er, your adoptive father tells you this: throughout your lifetime, never bend your knee for anything or anyone."
"You are the heir of the True Martial King, my son. You are allowed to bleed, but not to cry, understand?"
For some reason, Yang Fei sensed ominous signs in the True Martial King's words.
His words sounded like farewell words, and even somewhat like... a last testament.
Inside Yang Fei, Turtle Extreme began spinning, emitting sharp alarms. Yang Fei looked at the True Martial King with doubt and uncertainty.
"Adoptive father, you are…"
Just then, distant in the sky, ten thousand feet of rosy clouds appeared, accompanied by scarlet lightning crisscrossing the void.
Simultaneously, the entire Kunlun Divine Realm was filled with rumbling thunder, deafeningly loud.
Beneath the Temple, the voice of the Queen Mother of the West was filled with incomparable delight.
