A thousand miles from the Void Sect, a disheveled old man leaned against a large tree, panting heavily.
He glanced back in the direction of the Void Sect, his eyes filled with resentment.
'Damn that Mo Qi! To think he was hiding so much!'
This man was none other than Wang Xinglong, who had used the distraction of Yang Ming and Zhang Shao's great battle to hastily flee from a side hall on the main peak.
The moment the three ancestors of the Ni Clan appeared to back Mo Qi, he knew he had lost.
All his preparations and plans had come to nothing.
If he hadn't fled, certain death would have awaited him.
He highly doubted Mo Qi would spare him.
'What in the world did that good-for-nothing find in the Wailing Abyss? How did a mere cook become so formidable that even the three ancestors, who haven't appeared in over a thousand years, came out for him?'
After much thought, Wang Xinglong took a Jade Talisman from his Storage Space. It was engraved with the word "Empire."
