"Phew..."

Looking at the lifeless body of Lord Virtuous with his eyes still open, Fang Qiu couldn't help shaking his head and sighing with emotion. "It's your blessing to die in the Laozi Relic.

"What a pity. As a peerless expert of a generation, you should've done good things for the country!"

After that, the long sword in Fang Qiu's hand shattered and dissipated.

He struggled to sit down cross-legged with a pale face and closed his ...