Day of the Final Battle

For many people, this was a very difficult night to endure. Tomorrow was the day of Meng Yonghua's birthday, and perhaps, it would decide the future prosperity and decline of the Majestic Empire.

It was not just the situation of that old Venerate Tier, but also the next generation of the Meng Clan. Would they be able to produce a prodigy? Otherwise, the Meng Clan would not be able to walk very far either. When the older generation of elites gradually withered, and there was no successor, the Meng Clan would naturally have no choice but to walk to the end of its line.

Yet Ling Han slept soundly. When he woke up the next day, he was very energized.

Meng Yonghua's birthday banquet was scheduled for tonight, so he still had a lot of time to cultivate in the face of the rising sun. Then, he began to concoct alchemical pills.