When Huang Xiaolong and Di Huai had left the Zhuoyuan Holy Gate in the past, they had taken six whole years to get to the Heavenly Master Holy Grounds. However, they only took a month when returning. The Winged Dragon Flying Ship wasn’t a holy artifact for nothing.

One month passed quickly.

The Zhuoyuan Holy Grounds entered their sights.

As they saw that they were about to arrive, Di Huai felt a sense of anticipation in his heart. After all, the Zhuoyuan Holy Gate was half a home to him.

Huang Xiaolong stood in the main hall of the ship, and he stared coldly at the space before him. He hadn’t ignored anything that had happened in the Zhuoyuan Holy Gate in the past few years. Ever since Jiang Tian had thrown his lot in with the Devil Palace,...