"The King of North Snow has gone to Qin Capital, leaving the rear empty, so it's understandable that this boy comes to take the treasure." The silver-haired elder hunches her back, threading the needle.
"This boy had decent talent back then, no less than that kid from last night, yet he was bent on restoring his nation, wasting his gifts."
"Now he's lost both arms, what a pity... what a pity..." Old Shi laments.
"However, the few people this boy brought along this time have quite good strength. If last night's kid Hoong Jun had no hidden means, he might end up buried in the mountain."
"Huh? That's odd..." Old Shi pauses, slightly surprised, "Those two seem to be Primordial Qi Warriors of the Black and White Divine Palace."
"Let me check..." The silver-haired elder closes her eyes, "They really are Primordial Qi Warriors from the Black and White Divine Palace, but they should just be outer palace disciples."
