He did not answer, merely sweeping his gaze over, his eyes focused on Qi Mountain surrounded by a crowd of Tu Yang Clan People.
The Wish Power Avatar could not show its own weakness; the aged state of this Sheep Sacrificial Spirit was worse than Qin Jin had imagined.
After a quick glance, Qin Jin already knew what had happened here.
He spoke no more, his dragon body turned, eyes falling on the Iron-toothed Sacrificial Spirit; a sensation like falling into an icy pit enveloped it, and the feathers on its wings stood erect as it prepared to continue speaking, but Qin Jin did not intend to give it the opportunity.
Because Qin Jin realized that some of his own notions needed to change.
The Great Wilderness and the Federation are different; within the Federation, there is order, but in the Great Wilderness, though such order existed countless ages ago, now it is long gone. To truly establish oneself here, unperturbed by all things, requires just one thing.
"Be strong enough."
