All matters concluded.
Within the Supreme Great Sun Heavenly Palace.
Jiang Ding looked at the uneasy Fusang Saintess, staring at her.
Fusang Saintess felt a bit unsettled inside, giving a sheepish smile.
"Thank you."
"Soft persimmon."
Jiang Ding was not angry and sincerely spoke.
During his youthful years when he was unable to suppress the starry sky with power, the tradition of the Human Race must be respected, and the Seven Kills Divine Dynasty must be bloodily suppressed; otherwise, he would put himself in a dangerous situation.
Now there is no room for wanton recklessness, whether it is kind-hearted or evil.
Deviating from tradition requires paying a price, and he cannot bear such a price right now.
