C197 Ten Years

Time flew by swiftly, much like a river's current, and before we knew it, a month had slipped away.

Throughout the last month, every sect on the outskirts of the Lunar Peaks had succumbed to Yang Rui's might. A vast accumulation of spirit stones and resources had found their way into his grasp.

Meanwhile, within the inner circle of the Lunar Peaks, the thirty-five second-rate sects