The Space Spirit's entire form was composed of flowing Space Law, its features indistinct, but the pair of eyes formed entirely from spatial fissures were clearly visible.
It looked in the direction where Jiang Shu had departed, a crack forming at the corner of its mouth, as if smiling.
The man in a black robe remained seated where he had been, smiling as he spoke:
"If you were in the same faction as him, perhaps you would be conquered by his talent and strength, otherwise he wouldn't have so many followers and friends."
The Space Spirit shook its head and said, "As you said, it's about being in the same faction."
"Although there is no deep grudge between us, the fact that he cut off a fragment of my essence means we are destined not to be in the same faction, not even become friends."
"Continue with your matters, I will go devour space to perfect myself."
