"Bro, you can finally rest for a while!"
A golden crack suddenly appeared in the void beside them, and the Master of Cloudlight stepped out, looking exhausted.
"I've been chasing you so hard that my legs almost fell off!"
From the crack behind him, a squad of guardians followed. Each one still had an indifferent look, but their eyes, now fixed on Lin Xin, no longer held the same coldness as before but were filled with profound respect.
In this world, only the strong can earn respect.
"What's the matter? Didn't we just part ways?"
Lin Xin turned and looked at the Master of Cloudlight.
"Greetings, Your Highness, the Saint Heir."
The captain of the guardians stepped forward, his steps steady as though he walked on solid ground.
"The great calamity is approaching. Our Sect Hierarch of the Chanting Star Cult wishes to meet you. What is your opinion on this...?"
His demeanor was exceptionally respectful.
