As for plots and conspiracies, they are minor paths.
As long as one day you walk alongside the existence of that Martial Saint, this world will only have one voice.
A single word can determine the mighty course of the world.
Thinking in his heart, he simply washed up a bit right there.
After a moment.
He went to his room and took out the champion's attire prepared the previous night and put it on directly.
He stood in front of the mirror.
Though the light at 3 a.m. was dim, to his eyes it was as bright as daylight.
He saw himself in the mirror, wearing all red, with a majestic and extraordinary golden-winged roc embroidered with gold thread on the front, the roc appearing to fly freely in the skies.
Seeing the perfectly fitting champion's attire, he nodded in satisfaction.
Then he picked up a red silk ribbon and tied up his loose hair.
Fully dressed, he pushed open the door and went outside.
