Lin Xiao, Dongshen Yue, and Lin Xiong, who had just arrived, were gathered beneath the Firmament. Behind them, Feiling and the girls held hands, their hearts racing.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Lin Xiong cautiously asked, "Brother Hu, what if… what if…." 

"What?" Lin Xiao asked.

"Of course, I hope that Feng'er comes back alive. I see that you have confidence in him, so what I’m asking is, what’s going to happen if Shenxi Shang perishes and Feng'er takes first place on the minor reges ranking?" Lin Xiong asked.

"I’ll bring him back to the Infinitum Swordsea no matter what, even if it means dying. No one can lay a finger on my grandson, even if the ebons disregard the Infinitum Bodhimanda’s rules and send their armies!" Dongshen Yue said.

"If it comes...