Homecoming
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
No matter how well-mannered he was, he couldn't hold the anger of being treated so flippantly by Jian Chen.
He took a deep breath and retreated.
No matter how unhappy he was, there was nothing he could do. After all, it was Jian Chen.
Compared to Xuan Yi, Xuan Yi's disciple was nothing.
Soon, there was no one else in the area. Jian Chen sighed and returned to the underground palace.
The underground palace wound into the ground, which was a long journey.
Xuan Yi was in the deepest part of the palace.
During the past three months, Xuan Yi had never left this place.
He had been training here.
He sat cross-legged in the hall where the power of law was the strongest.
The divine essence in front of him was piled up like a small mountain.
There was the power of law in the divine essence, but it was not pure law.
Although there were still many impurities in it, they were no longer of any importance to him.