"Fast? It's been more than ten years. That's not fast at all. By comparison, for you in the outside world, time probably didn't pass so quickly. A year? Maybe half a year? When you look at it that way, what do we so-called 'favored children of heaven' even amount to?"
Chu Shaocheng sighed wistfully, but he quickly shook off the melancholic mood.
Ye Tianling watched him but didn't explain the reasons behind it.
Gazing at the Thousand Shadows Pool, Ye Tianling's spirits were low. The joy of seeing Chu Shaocheng couldn't dispel the desolation in his heart, nor the grief he felt over Feng Chaoge's death.
He clasped his hands behind his back and stood for a long moment before speaking. "I'm planning to establish a new faction. It's still just an idea, but I've already chosen a name: the Ancestor Dragon Holy Land. Are you interested in joining?"
