Atop Goose Sheep Mountain, Accumulated Thunder Hall.
As the Goose Sheep Path migrated, the great hall had been emptied, leaving only a forest of columns.
Deep within the hall, a tall and thin figure clothed in a golden-threaded purple robe stood silently in the shadows.
A black line noiselessly appeared in mid-air.
It twisted, swelled, and expanded, and in the blink of an eye, a three-meter-wide eye-shaped black hole emerged.
Buzz!
Suddenly, black and red flames surged from within the black hole.
"Qiu Jinwu, do you really intend to exchange the disciples of Goose Sheep Path for the Dragon Ball? Don't you feel a pang of loss?" It sounded as if ten thousand voices spoke at once—layers upon layers of voices emanated from the firelight.
Qiu Jinwu's face remained calm, "The purpose of the Goose Sheep Path has always been to serve me. For them to aid me in furthering my path is their honor."