"What kind of world is this, where even two ancient Dharma Kings would snatch away the possessions of their own clan's younger generation? It's no wonder the Diman Tribe keeps declining," sighed Sword Saint Sophia, who was toiling in the fields with skin as dark and rough as that of a peasant woman. She looked up at the sky and shook her head helplessly, "To think they've lived for such a long span of time and still can't let go. Knowing full well the strength of Di Esi, they still covet 'Lin Shen's Peerless Divine Skill' just because of his identity. It seems the older they get, the more they fear death, and the more greedy they become."
With these words, Sophia gripped her hoe tightly, straightened her back, and with a faint Sword Intent emanating from her, she prepared to step forward.
Kristin was her last disciple, how could she stand by and ignore his fate?
