“Brother San, it’s truly fortunate that I ran into you. Otherwise, I might never have seen you again,” Mu Qingyun said, her voice trembling slightly as she shook off the lingering fear of that possibility.1

Moments ago, trapped within that sword formation, she had already fallen into despair and had just been waiting for death.0

“What exactly happened? How did you end up running into them? How many from our High Firmament Academy have entered? Did Qingxuan also come with you?” Long Chen asked, his questions pouring out in a rush, one after another.0

Back when Long Chen led the Dragonblood Legion away from the first academy, they directly charged into the Endless Desolation. Other than once seeking aid from the sweeping elder, he had almost no contact...1