Wei Heng, renowned, a Tianzong genius of the younger generation in Dao City, is a mountain that many disciples find hard to surpass.
On ordinary days, fellow sect members would feel a bit daunted upon seeing him, and young disciples were in awe of him. But now, what are they witnessing?
Wei Heng's knees bent down, his head touched the ground, and he was kneeling towards his opponent.
Inside the Flowing Firefly Ruins, time seemed to freeze, the image fixed at this moment.
Under the night sky, Qin Ming and Li Qingyue stood side by side, surrounded by immortal fog, suspended in mid-air, overlooking the prodigy of Dao City, as if receiving devout worship from followers.
At the exit of the ruins, many people were utterly bewildered, like clay and wood sculptures.
"Brother!" From Dao City, a group of young experts shouted simultaneously, unable to accept the scene before them.
