Rong Jun was within the training grounds in the primal universe, this was a luxurious universe city.
Within a skyscraper’s balcony.
“It’s been over 10 years since we’ve come to primal chaos city.” Barefooted, messy haired Rong Jun who wielded the ground splitting blade was standing at the top of the skyscraper and was surveying the city below. This was a city he was extremely familiar with, and he had many good memories, “Father, father…”
Rong Jun muttered softly.
“How long!”
“How much longer will it take for me to become an undying and for me to regain the name Tuman. How long more before I can kill that bastard!” Rong jun said softly, “Father, this is hard for me, my heart feels very heavy.” His eyes were filled with tears.
“I have to bear with it!”