Lord Mingluo gazed at the ruins of Ming Luo Hall, a wave of melancholy in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, after entering the Heiyuan Demon Domain for nearly a hundred thousand years, upon return, the sect he painstakingly established and managed was gone...
"Master, we're still alive, Ming Luo Hall has the chance to start over."
Kun Mingyuan carefully served by his side, no longer dressed in a black hood; his disappeared face resurfaces. It's a middle-aged man with a resolute visage, albeit with a touch of sorrow in his eyes.
The most important people of the sect are still here, thus the sect won't be annihilated.
"Alas, the familiar faces are gone just like that..."
Lord Mingluo still remembers the voices and smiles of many, but everything has become irretrievable.
