"When are we going to see each other again?" Elize asked, trying to find space in Qingyi's arms with the other girls.
"A few weeks at most," Qingyi replied, kissing the purple-haired beauty before turning to the other girls.
After kissing each one of them, Qingyi broke free from the girls' embrace and stepped out of the large flying ship. Turning around, he watched the flying ship sail away.
In the end, he just shook his head.
This was the path of cultivation, lonely and cruel, there was simply no changing it. Only when he reached the top of the top could he perhaps never worry about separations like that again.
Qingyi pushed these thoughts aside and blended in with the crowds, walking towards a large building on the horizon.
This was the royal family's arena, a huge circular building capable of allowing experts from the Iron Body realm to fight freely and with space for more than fifty thousand spectators.
