In the tea house, that friend smiled and said, "As expected of an Immortal Seed, such good news comes so quickly, it must be during the time of youthful ambition."
Pu Heng wore a smile as he unfolded the letter, but in an instant, his expression froze.
Then, with a puff, the tea in his mouth sprayed out because the information he saw was so far from what he expected!
How could someone astonishingly bright for an era lose right at the start!
"What's wrong?" asked the elderly man with silver-white hair sitting opposite, Xu Chengdao.
"His path is going to be cut off, he actually lost to a demon!" Pu Heng's eyes turned icy cold, and the Pure Yang Consciousness Spiritual Light overflowed from his body.
In a flash, many people in Kunling City felt a sense of fear.
Pu Heng sat there, shrouded by a blood-red big sun, the Pure Yang Crimson Light piercing the walls of the tea house, illuminating this land, as if a blood-red sunset covered this region.
