For the first time, he felt himself drawing closer and closer to death.
Until Wang Xiao was completely submerged in the vortex.
His consciousness blurred completely, then sank into silence!
...
An unknown amount of time passed.
In a hazy stupor,
Wang Xiao suddenly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.
At this moment,
beneath the night sky, the heavens were filled with countless stars.
Moonlight scattered down, enveloping his body.
'Where am I?!'
Wang Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly.
Just as he was feeling bewildered,
a clear and steady voice suddenly rang in his ear:
"Shengtiang, you fell asleep again. And here you were, saying you wanted to become a Martial Saint. You've only been practicing Martial Arts for a month, and you can't take it anymore? How are you supposed to become my right-hand man in the future?!"
Wang Xiao came to his senses and turned his head to look.
He saw a man with a handsome face, wide-set eyes, and a full forehead, smiling warmly at him.
