In a dark cave, thousands of kilometers from the Nine Stars Region, a sinister figure sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor. His blood-red eyes glowed ominously in the darkness, and a cruel smile twisted his lips. It was Kun Yong, focusing his energy to heal the wounds still throbbing through his body.
As he concentrated on his recovery, the pain served as a constant reminder of his recent defeat. "Those damned orthodox elders," he thought bitterly, clenching his fists. "If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be in this pitiful state."
Nearby, a disciple watched him with concern, his face filled with helplessness. After hesitating for a few moments, he finally broke the silence.
"Elder, should we still head toward the Nine Stars Region?"
Kun Yong opened his eyes slowly, the intense red gaze fixing on the young man in front of him. His voice was harsh and sharp.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!