Su Yi thought for a moment, then said, “For now, it’s hard to say, but what I can say for sure is that the Azure Continent is in no way simple.”

In truth, he’d already deduced a few possible answers. However, they were still nothing but vague conjectures, and furthermore, they were overly shocking. He couldn’t say for sure that any of it would happen, either.

If he spoke of them now, it would be overly alarmist. 

When they heard that, the crowd felt a bit disappointed, but they were all in strong agreement.

It was true: after what they’d just been through, who among them dared say that the Great Azure was merely a spiritually barren world?

That night, Su Yi and company left Bloodthistle Yao Mountain and returned to the Greenplate Army’s camp.

The Spiritmartial Marquis, Chen Zheng, arranged a banquet, treating Su Yi, Ning Sihua, Shen Jiusong, Mu Xi, and the others with great hospitality.

During the feast, Su Yi became the target of their toasts. Naturally, Su Yi didn’t refuse.

When it came to drinking, he was no coward.

But then, he knew his limits, too. When he neared the point of intoxication, he got up and left the banquet. When he returned to his room,...