"I see."
After listening to Hong Yue's explanation of the final selection of candidate martial artists, Ling Xiao nodded.
It seems that during the time I was away, quite a few things happened in Tianhai City.
Probably I have become one of those who are missing or presumed dead.
"Hong Yue, what's the point of telling him this? It's not like he can participate in the White Tiger Summit."
Lan Xue said coldly.
"Oh, what's wrong with saying it, big brother, let's go eat, after dinner we can play together. I probably won't have much time to spend with you once I'm gone."
Hong Yue pulled Ling Xiao's hand and walked towards the dining hall.
That night, the night was as calm as water, and everything fell into silence.
Ling Xiao stayed in a simple hut made of straw, and a passage of text was flashing through his mind.
This passage of text was a memory deep in his mind.
This memory originally didn't belong to him, but he got it by accident.
