A boisterous and annoying laugh reverberated through the bright sky above the floating islands, causing the group of people flying around him to scoff.
Jian rubbed his nose with a sheepish expression, a wide grin on his face as he stared at Kyle with excitement.
"I should call you Master! Why don't you accept me as your first student? You are so good at teaching others!"
Kyle's eyebrow twitched as he met the white eyes staring at him. Another month had passed since he revealed the secret of his bloodline to Jian.
In this month, more than fifty percent of the dark army had retreated from the Forsaken Land, leaving parts of the battlefield strewn with remnants of the brutal conflict.
The fighters who had come here to join the war and dedicated themselves to the battle were finally finding moments to rest.