One hour later.
He watched an elegant, white-robed prodigy youth, surrounded by a group of beautiful, flower-like female disciples, walk past him.
The youth casually tossed an empty pill bottle he had finished consuming, along with a single spirit stone as a tip, right in front of him.
Knox picked up that spirit stone. So angry that beans of tears directly went pitter-patter down his face.
While feeling a surge of intense humiliation in his heart, he secretly made a resolute vow.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Do not bully the youth for being poor!"
"Just wait until the day this young master achieves success. I absolutely must kill every single one of you!"
...
At the same time.
Alex was utilizing sword flight, on his way to the Northern Frontier. By his ears, the system's melodious notification sounds continuously echoed.
