C1825 CHAPTER1825
"Haha... Tianhe, you've lost this wager!"
Venerable Haoyue's triumphant laughter echoed above the martial arts training grounds as he observed Venerable Tianhe's scowl. The Ice River Sect had been restless ever since the Supreme Elder of the Cold Moon Palace fell, eyeing the palace's dominant position with covetous intent.
This time
