Fang!

Time trickled by, and three days passed. Su Ming charged through the whirlwind under Arid Triad's gap. The ripple from the ring surrounded him, which allowed his speed to be even faster than normal. The old man from Heavenly Spirit Tribe was by his side. He would occasionally lift his head and gaze at Arid Triad's gap, but he looked calm, which didn't let other people tell what was on his mind.

After a long while, the old man said languidly, "Within a year, the tribes of Wu and Shu will descend through Arid Triad's gap. Right now, the two sides are starting to show signs of reaching a compromise to the war they waged beyond the gap…"

Su Ming was silent. He might not be able to see things as clearly and as detailed as the old man, but he could deduce that it was impossible for either Saint Defier or Dark Dawn to win the war. It would end with both sides reaching some sort of agreement and descending at the same time.