"Welcome back."
In the Heavenly Dao, a voice was once again heard, addressing the citizens she guarded.
At the same time, detecting the loss of the citizen's inheritance, the voice transmitted the citizen's language to the Executor Qi and used some inheriting magic to ensure he could grasp it immediately.
"Executor!"
"So it's not just a needle, but Executor!"
Zhang Qi felt a massive shock in his heart and took a deep breath. From these two simple words, he heard the weight of history, a term that represented so much beyond imagination.
"Executor, you are too weak."
