The crowd celebrated the two Heavenly Venerates, but there was one person whose face seemed a bit desolate, as if preoccupied with concerns.
"Uncle Xiang, what's wrong?" Qin Hao asked.
He had never seen Uncle Xiang like this, and was somewhat surprised.
"I was just thinking about some things, it's nothing." Uncle Xiang smiled, hiding his sense of loss.
Qin Hao pondered, but did not press further—if Uncle Xiang did not wish to speak, Qin Hao naturally would not force him.
Inside Xiushui Garden, there was laughter and happy voices.
The ordinary people of Baihai City also felt very secure.
But, comparatively speaking, other places were not so peaceful.
Gigantic beasts crossed the skies, and invaders from outside the realm released a powerful presence, disturbing the common folk.
It was an era of despair, an era of the strong's emergence, with even beings from other stars, something ordinary people could not contend with.
