Perhaps it's because the Golden Spirit Sect did not exhibit aggression, or perhaps other forces have no intention of confronting them, the Western Continent remains peaceful, at least on the surface.
The higher-ups of various small powers all breathed a sigh of relief, especially those in the forces bordering the major sects.
When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the pond suffer. If the Western Continent descends into chaos, these small powers will be the first affected.
Small boats fear storms, while big ships find it hard to turn.
Time flies, the seasons change, and five years have dissipated into the dusts of time like clouds and smoke.
In the morning, Red Flame Peak was still shrouded in a veil-like mist.
Ji An walked out of the grotto mansion, glanced down unintentionally, and saw a sparkling radiance rising at the foot of the mountain.
