Not Meeting Anyone (Final Chapter of Volume)

"Bojia."

A sound boomed.

Patriarch Bojia looked ahead as an incorporeal figure gradually materialized in the middle of the hall. He was lanky in build. His blood-colored brows were long, while the eyes under his brows were stunningly sharp. A red robe was draped over him. He looked at Bojia with a smile. Despite his smile, his eyes still left one shuddering.

"I failed," said the lanky figure with a smile. "Primordial Unity had laid in ambush without any regard for his status. I could not rescue that descendant of your bloodline."

"Brother Spirit Devouring, I'm already very thankful for your help," said Bojia immediately. He acted with a lowered stature.