Li Hao, who was unwilling to accept it, suppressed it in the depths of the river.
At this moment, Hong Yitang grabbed it and swallowed it.
He was usually quiet and low-key. Even the master of the Dao had never considered himself a Dao master. In his eyes, his long river of Dao had been given to him by Li Hao, not by him. Everything had been given to him by Li Hao.
His personality was actually quite calm, and he wasn't as competitive as the other Silver Moon martial masters.
Even at the peak of the sixth step, he didn't feel that his talent was top-notch.
His wife and daughter became emperors one after another, and he was even more indifferent to them, almost having no objections.
But now, Qian Wuliang was even more active and enthusiastic than him. On the contrary, he had retreated behind the scenes and rarely expressed his opinion.