Gongyang Su Wang said, "The strong are those who can conquer themselves, yet He is indeed weak."
"However, I've calculated it already, you are all destined to meet, within half a year to a year."
The old Qilin said, "After coming here, leave that Qilin to me."
He swallowed the sugar pill, his eyes a golden color, as if purified from all impurities, a warm and refined texture, he said, "Within fifty days, I will make up for the five hundred years of training He is missing, all in one go."
Gongyang Su Wang burst into loud laughter.
But at this moment, the aged Su Wang suddenly stood up, his body erupting with a powerful presence, Su Wang stared in the distant direction, a tremor in his eyes, the Qilin asked in astonishment, "What's wrong?"
Su Wang said in a gentle voice, "... the aura of Sword Madman."
"He has entered the Martial World."
The old Qilin said, "Murong Longtu?"
Within the ancient path of Confucianism, the unrivaled Gongyang Su Wang slightly smiled and said, "Yes."
