His Third Disciple
THE MOMENT THEY all arrived, the Spirit Race's territory was already in shambles. No one expected that it would be too fast before everyone from the race would be exterminated. It was a good thing they already left their respective cities; only praying for the innocent people's lives to reincarnate and become stronger in their next lives.
"The destructive forces left by the battle, it was too strong… there was an even stronger force than mine that still lingered here. Could it be the Spirit Race Ancestor? It's been quite a long time since I'd seen her and now, she was gone," Xia Zhiguang muttered.
Bai Qian overheard this and replied, "Right, I also remembered that peerless face of hers. It would have been good if she had become my wife instead—fuck!" Suddenly, he felt a stinging gaze from the airship he came from and zipped his slippery mouth. He then coughed in embarrassment. "I mean, she would have probably become a good wife then if only she did not perish."