"Have I finally met a descendant of Donghua?"
Seeing Zhou Yuanjue, a joyful smile appeared on Zhang Dongwei's face.
Along the way, he had encountered at least three Saint Awakenings, all of whom were from Exotic Realms.
To find so many powerful individuals from Exotic Realms on Donghua's own soil... it had almost made him believe that Donghua had fallen, becoming a nation ruled by foreigners.
But now, he had finally seen someone from Donghua, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although a millennium had passed and he could no longer be considered human after taking the Elixir of Immortality, some things were branded deep within his soul.
That was the core of what allowed a nation to pass down its heritage for millennia—the ever-burning flame of the Martial Dao.
