"Qing Yu's path ahead, is hard to predict······"
On the grassland, Qing Yu looked up at the sky, feeling emotional.
The Emperor Martial Art is not necessarily harmful; if Feng Jiwu possessed the will of Qing Yu, he might well reverse the situation, truly mastering the Dragon Vein and making it his own.
But unfortunately, Feng Jiwu's strength was nurtured by Qing Yu all the way through forced growth; although he is a talented individual with outstanding resolve, he is still far from being comparable to Qing Yu, the Supreme.
According to Qing Yu's estimation, if there are no accidents, Feng Jiwu can hold out for at most a few years.
"However, a few years should be enough for this game to end; maybe by then, I'll have enough strength to resolve Feng Jiwu's issues."
After all, he's an old friend who has followed him for many years; if he can protect him, Qing Yu wouldn't mind doing so at all.
"Hmm? You're here." Qing Yu suddenly sensed something and spoke.
