"..." In the void-blank space between the United Source Starfield and the Treasured Light Starfield, there was a spherical object floating through space. Sitting atop it was a silver-eyed youth. In front of this youth were three voidships shackled by numerous light-flowing spiritual chains and three unconscious, incomplete bodies.
Wei Wuyin was expressionless, quietly observing the smiling visage of the Grand Monarch of legend. The distinctively handsome and regal appearance befitting a king was currently a little irritating to behold.
Wu Yu heartedly laughed, hiding his exhaustion in his joyous tone. "I'm just being honest about my losses. Is there an issue, Young Lord?"
'Young Lord?' Wei Wuyin was amused in his heart, but his expression betrayed none of his emotions.
Oh Lord.