Walking out of the Royal Palace, along the way, he saw the Old Monarch.
Shen Han glanced at him without speaking a word.
Yet this glance made the Old Monarch feel extremely uncomfortable.
He still remembered the words he had said a few days ago.
He had pinned his hopes on the Treasure Moon Palace, believing that once they arrived, Shen Han would surely fall.
But reality told him that fantasies are ultimately fantasies.
No matter how beautiful the thought, it could not become reality.
As this Old Monarch, even though he had destroyed his strength, being able to keep a sliver of life was already not bad.
A brief rest, without wasting much time, Shen Han proceeded toward the River Mountain Sect.
And over at the River Mountain Sect, they had already heard about Shen Han coming.
The entire sect was somewhat tense and afraid.
The River Mountain Sect was not a particularly powerful sect.
In the past, their ancestors were powerful, but now, they had declined.
