Wandering at the Ends of the Earth

"Young Master!"

"Brother Fang!"

Bai Zhan, Ji Mo, and others swiftly rushed towards Fang Xiu, their eyes filled with concern.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead yet. The one who can kill me hasn't been born..."

Fang Xiu coughed twice; his body was already at its last breath.

This time, he truly took a stroll near the gates of the afterlife.

"Young Master's fortunes are favorable. Why shed tears?"

Ji Mo glared at Bai Zhan.

"You understand nothing. I'm just excited."

Bai Zhan rolled his eyes; though always carefree, his bond with Young Master was unparalleled.

Young Master was like their elder brother, and Bai Zhan was willing to lay down his life for him at any moment.

"After this battle, Brother Fang, your reputation has soared. Haha, slaughtering the disciples of the three major sects was truly exhilarating."

Hu Wei expressed admiration, his eyes filled with respect.

At this moment, in the palace, a series of thunderous sounds echoed, almost deafening.