There are fewer and fewer old friends from the past.

When will it be their turn?

Tian Lai took a deep breath and let the tears from her eyes slide down her cheeks...

The news of his death made her involuntarily recall the grief she felt during the Two Hundred Years' War, so what about those times? The old friends she once knew fell one after another, and how often did she face the sad times that became their permanent memories?

White Dragon Star.

Outside the door of the wooden house, Ling Luo was wearing a fluttering white robe, looking at the clean sky with a sad expression.

Li Kuang is dead.

"Master..."

The murmuring voice made Ling Luo's thoughts fly to Beiling Mountain a thousand years ago. The scenes of Bu Jingxian and Chu Gaoge being taught by Li Kuang are still vivid in his mind...

"Master, this disciple firmly believes in the path of the Open Sect. What I want is to hope that the Soul Clan and all the races in the universe will get rid of the tens of thousands of years of cosmic history, the endless cycles of war and peace, the endless repetitions of racial battles, vendettas, and interest struggles. These cannot be broken.

The cause cannot change the effect. So - the disciple cannot follow the same path as the master, but the master’s kindness in education will always be remembered in the heart of the disciple..."

Li Kuang is dead.

When Xu Wenfeng learned the news, he couldn't believe it...

"Really dead?" Xu Wenfeng found it difficult to accept.

"It can't be wrong. Li Xiyun killed him with his own hands. There were many scuffles around the two super civilizations and the top leaders of the Soul Alliance saw it. It can't be wrong." Tifa said happily. She knew that Xu Wenfeng hated Li Kuang the most.

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Chapter completed!