"Brothers, did everyone get enough breakfast?"
"We ate well and even found time to take a dump."
"So, where's dinner going to be? Shall we tear down this Flaming Sun Divine Nation and eat at their Imperial City?"
"Great idea!"
The gathered Martial Artists started bantering gleefully.
Since they left the Endless Land, they no longer worried about survival; they just enjoyed life. In that time, they saw through many things, each turning into cheeky old troublemakers.
"I figured it out, these people are from the Endless Land!" Yin Yun glared at them, teeth clenched, realizing only the Endless Land could gather so many Dao Realm Martial Artists. But why were they here with Zhang Menglong?
Over these years, what kind of reputation did he build in the Endless Land?
