Chapter 395: The Only Young Master of the Holy Land!_2

Subsequently, the thunderous avatar of the Great Saint of Beishan suddenly disintegrated into nothingness.

The atmosphere remained deathly silent for a long while.

The middle-aged man slowly lowered his head.

The calf in his arms opened its eyes, its gaze heavy and somber, its mouth slightly agape.

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth briefly before he reached his hand inside, retrieving something from the calf's mouth and tucking it into his own chest.

"..."

The calf's eyes reflected a complex expression.

Within the Holy Land, not a word or action could escape the notice of the Great Saint of Beishan; thus, the calf remained silent, merely watching the middle-aged man before it.

"As long as the Young Master is unharmed, I can rest easy," he said.

The middle-aged man spoke in a low, hoarse voice: "Even if I die, I will have no regrets."

To die without regrets!