At this moment, Fang Yang was examining his fortune slips.
He looked at the words "A wise monarch chooses the worthy to follow," and for a moment, his mind drifted.
'A wise monarch chooses the worthy to follow...' Vaguely, he felt as if he had returned to ten years ago.
Ten years ago, he had won first place among the Tier One cultivators in the all-army grand competition, earning Sen Yue's recognition.
Ultimately, with the lowest cultivation level of anyone present, he entered the Monarch's Camp to observe the grand assembly.
Back then, he was eighteen years old, standing in a corner like a nobody.
He could only watch as Jiang Venerable Sword, Qingkong, Chen Ying, and the others took the stage, finally seeing the high and mighty Sen Yue decide the final outcome.
Now, times had changed. After ten years, he had finally caught up to Sen Yue.
This journey had been truly difficult.
At this moment, he smiled to himself.
