Unknowingly, more than an hour had passed.
Yun got up and prepared to leave.
"Abbott, while you wish for a peaceful life, the winds remain restless. Over at the United Nations, there's already a bloodline organization named the Immortal Hall. They're recklessly creating different bloodlines and granting them the Dao Foundation, which has caught the attention of the Spirit Court. When the time comes..."
Zhang Rongfang's heart tightened. This was what he had always feared.
Once the bloodline is released, it becomes uncontrollable.
"Thank you for the information." He stood up, cupped his hands, and said.
"As long as you are aware, Abbott. When the world is finally at peace, it will be the time for our decisive battle, and neither you nor I can avoid it..." Yun's voice softened, "I hope that the next time we meet, you will be the same as ever...."
He turned and walked toward the outside of the pavilion.
The wind lifted the white gauze, and suddenly, with a flash, he vanished.
