Are you waiting for reinforcements? They're gone, and there's no place left in the world for the Primordial Sect.
"Then why don't you come and kill me? What are you afraid of?"
On the high platform, a seated figure spoke softly, his voice filled with endless loneliness, as if he'd been waiting for this day for a long time.
In the dim morning light, one could see his slender figure, snow-white hair, traces of crow-feet at the corners of his eyes, and a slightly aged face, hinting at a beauty that once captivated nations.
Alas, time spares no one. Though there are no age spots or large wrinkles, the woman's skin is withered and gray-white, her life has reached its final end.
"Blustering, you merely bested me by a slim margin back then. Now, with your Qi and blood both depleted, where do you find the confidence to protect your disciples?
Hand over the Primordial True Gang Glazed Body mind and the Celestial Star Order.
