The Earliest Chess Piece! (3)
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yan Wuse glared at him. In the end, his eyelids drooped weakly as well as his head.
"Yes."
It was a very faint sound.
In the midst of such a violent storm, it should not even have been heard.
On Abyss Island, the hearts of all the Spiritual Cultivators in the area covered by the torrential rain were filled with the same thoughts.
"Elder Yan..."
For some reason, everyone felt sad.
This was the dignity of a true expert. This was the choice to be indifferent toward life and death.
Some people couldn't understand.
Some people could understand.
No matter what, at this moment, Yan Wuse made his own decision and even let everyone on Abyss Island witness it.
Water Ghost pushed the half hollowed-out golden beast mask that hung on the bridge of his nose and nodded. His tone was filled with respect.