The geniuses of the Sixteen Countries were beginning to display their brilliance, their strength astonishingly profound and unfathomable.
The winds of change were stirring. Everyone knew that beneath the apparent calm, a much larger storm was brewing.
Wen Tongyu stared ahead with a cold, gloomy expression, a frigid aura spreading out from him.
"Brother Tongyu, where are we going now?" a student from the Purple Sun Prefecture asked from the side.
Wen Tongyu said grimly, "If people like us act alone, we will certainly be assassinated by those from other countries, who will then steal our Talisman Seals. As I see it, we only have one path forward."
The people from the Purple Sun Prefecture reflexively asked, "What path?"
