The Sacred Palace. 

Before the mist-shrouded cliffs, a white robed figure was sat quietly on a blue-green boulder, exuding an indescribable oppressive pressure. It was as if this piece of the world was being suppressed by him. 

The white robed figure slowly opened his eyes, revealing his silver pupils that were indifferent and ruthless, like a divine being.

It was Palace Master Sheng Yuan of the Sacred Palace. 

“Trash, I wasted so much resources to refine a blood asura body for you but you lost.” Palace Master Sheng Yuan spoke in an indifferent voice.

“The words that Zhou Yuan said are right, a thief will always be a thief and can never become a great weapon.”

Palace Master Sheng Yuan shook his head, but there wasn’t the slightest fury like he had previously...