Ji Ruobing seemed to also recognize Xu Zimei's seriousness and was not joking around like usual.
"I will wait for you at the Sect Gate. You can come to me anytime you need," Ji Ruobing said.
Xu Zimei slightly nodded.
"Right, be careful of that Saint Heir from your Sect Gate."
"Don't worry, I've been competing with him for a long time, and neither of us has won," Ji Ruobing said with a laugh.
Xu Zimei nodded again. He felt somewhat dispirited and then slowly left the City of Destruction astride the Dark Heaven Tiger.
Leaning against the back of the Dark Heaven Tiger, he looked up at the firmament above.
The sky in this land of destruction was always dark.
"Were the Demon Race of the past also faced with such a scene?" Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.
The whole world seemed hostile.
He even somewhat wondered why so many from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect or ancient races bore grudges with him—many of whom he didn't even know.
