“Would you like to take a seat up here with me?” Feng Tianyu continued.

“Sure!” Huang Xiaolong agreed to his invitation. Retrieving the Golden Pig Treasure, he flew up into the air and sat down before Feng Tianyu.

To be honest, he had no feuds with the 33 Heavens Race, and if Feng Tianyu was willing to bury the hatchet, Huang Xiaolong didn’t mind putting down all the grudges they held for each other.

As for Feng Yao, he stood at the bottom of the gate and looked at the two strongest individuals in the Heavens Path. 

Even though he wasn’t weak, he didn’t dare to approach the 33 Heavenly Gates.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong’s silent agreement to lay down the grudge, Feng Tianyu laughed heartily, “It’s no wonder you’ve managed to gain the identity as the strongest cultivator since ancient times!” He took out two wine jugs...