"So it was him!"
"So it was him!"
In the vast and boundless void, Lonely Drunk controlled his sword flight, gritting his teeth.
"Very well.
Truly, very well!"
His face was hideous, his narrow eyes flashing with endless coldness, "To think that I deliberately befriended him back then, helped him promote the auction of Spirit Pills... And yet, he dared, how could he dare?
To kill my Hongchen!"
*Lonely Drunk was gradually losing his sanity, and his endless murderous intent was like the icy water of the Nine Netherworld, spreading an unending chill.*
"Soon, soon... Hongchen, I will send him down to accompany you very soon."
...
Compared to the Sunrise Daoist Sect, which owned as many as three ore veins in the Demon Ridge Mountain Range, the Grand Daoist Sect, whose mountain gate was nearby, only had half of one.
And it was won through relentless persistence, forcefully wrested from the Sunrise Daoist Sect, half of a spirit stone ore vein.
