Zhao Feng looked at Wang Ba, knowing that his junior brother ahead had temporarily changed his demeanor due to cultivation, yet his heart remained complex and unclear.
He sighed lightly and nodded:
"I understand... Perhaps indeed these years of hardship have exhausted my spirit."
Then turned around, and walked slowly towards the dungeon exit.
At the moment before crossing out of the dungeon, he turned his head slightly, revealing a side profile, as if speaking to Wang Ba, or perhaps to himself, he said:
"But I never regret."
With these words, he strode out of the dungeon.
The aura around him at this moment seemed to finally shed the heavy constraints, and the sword heart tempered over the years, at this moment, finally pierced through the thick dust.
Long in the cage, back to nature.
In an instant, brilliance to the extreme!
In the sky, mighty thunder clouds quickly covered the entire Wanxiang Sect's sky, thunder roared as if the end times were approaching!
