The large hall in the Tianjing OP training room had also became rowdy, with every discussion centered on Divian Seer. Facing against someone with such absolute strength, All Mouthy King had once again been relegated to being the clown. Despite the non-stop chattering and clamour around him, Ma Dong remained silent, a trait quite unlike himself. My misfortunate had spread even to my brother. I truly have a foul mouth. The reason why All Mouthy King was attracting all these attention was simply because of his mysteriousness and successive victories in a random weapon, random battleground setting. Once his streak had been broken, he would be seen as nothing special.
Could this be their destiny? To forever be just nothing but just specks of dust…