"Lord Cangsheng, has stopped..."
The image on the Dao Imparting Mirror from the Southern Region unexpectedly vanished for a moment.
When it reconnected, everyone saw Ai Cangsheng, sitting upright on a wheelchair made of osmanthus wood.
He sat in the Southern Region as if he were seated on a fine morning at the Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, in front of the Saint Hall.
His face bore neither sorrow nor joy.
His gaze was calm and unruffled.
"Changed!"
Everyone could sense that Ai Cangsheng had changed.
Mentality? Aura? Or something else?
Uncertain.
But something must have happened to turn his previous moment of furious humiliated rage into this tranquil and undisturbed demeanor.
Is it "endurance"?
Then he really knows how to endure!
No one could find the answer; even the Elemental Divine Envoy, Zhong Yuanzi, within the Dao Imparting Mirror, was no longer overwhelmed with great sorrow or joy, becoming extremely poised.
