Morning mist lingered outside the stone forest as the silver-haired girl stood with a confident gaze. Her delicate, fair face seemed to glow with a mysterious radiance.0

"I knew that all along, I've always known," Jiang Li said with a gentle smile. "You'll be the pride of our Third World. We all hope you'll bring glory to the younger generation of the Third World!"0

Yang Rui was dead, and Xie Xiwen had turned into a skeleton.3

Only she and Fang Boxuan remained among the geniuses of the new generation.0

Fang Boxuan had achieved nothing noteworthy in Spirit Offering and the Primordial Wilderness.1

Naturally, as a member of the Red Mountain Sect and a friend of Zhao Yuanqi, Jiang Li believed Zhao Yuanqi was far stronger than Fang Boxuan.0

"Brother Pang, what're your plans after this?" Han Duping suddenly asked.0

Slightly taken aback, Pang Jian instinctively looked up at the sky.0

"The Sword Pavilion in the Second World, right?" Han Duping clicked his tongue in amazement. "Back when we met you in the Solitary Mountain Range, you were just a guide for the Ning...0