A profound shackle of the Great Dao descends, a profound shackle of freedom loosens.
In the midst of coming and going, Di Tu's emotions are complex.
He bows three times to Luo Chen, then solemnly places the Ping Mountain Crown on his head.
"Master, farewell."
"Friend, please!"
The man in the golden robe stands up and strides confidently out of the hall.
After he departs, Luo Chen does not leave the Dan Dust Hall immediately, but waits quietly.
After a moment, Tian Xuan enters.
"Master, they have arrived."
"Let them in!"
Two figures enter from outside the hall, one after the other.
One is graceful and handsome, his aura as mighty as a mountain.
The other is bald with large ears, with an imposing Buddha-like presence.
Luo Chen smiles, "Thank you for your hard work in this battle."
