"The Sect Hierarch of the Divine Dragon shows up unfathomably, her whereabouts unknown to me as well. I am waiting for her, too."
Zhou Xue replied, her tone calm, her gaze still fixed on the horizon.
Beyond the cliff lay a vast wasteland stretching as far as the eye could see. At the edge of the sky, flashes of bright light sparkled intermittently. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that two cultivators were in battle, the flashes of light coming from the magic artifacts they wielded.
Following her gaze, Cao Ran couldn't help but marvel, "After seeing the strength of that kid Fang Wang, these so-called geniuses seem quite ordinary. Are you truly not deceiving me that he has only been in the Great Abyss Gate for three years?"
Zhou Xue chuckled softly, "If you have doubts, then believe what you choose to believe."
Cao Ran snorted coldly, "Always pretending to be inscrutable—it's not amusing. I'm leaving."
With that, he turned and walked away.