บท 309: Plight

In the Myriad Worlds, a huge river countless li long stretched towards the horizon, its destination indeterminable. A huge ship the size of a small island sailed grandly atop its turbulent waters, riding the winds and the waves!

Bei Feng fell into a deep silence as he looked at the white hair in his hands. "If it's white, so be it. I don't even know if I can return." His voice was somewhat hoarse.

He felt extremely dispirited at this moment, and couldn't be too bothered by the matter of his hair turning white.

The voice and face of a certain person appeared in his mind, and then another. The people that he felt close to and missed... was probably just those two?

Bei Feng sent a wisp of mental power into his spatial ring and after ensuring that everything was intact, he heaved a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he discovered that there was a purple pearl on his neck. This was not something that belonged to him.