"I know you were born extraordinary and have a proud heart. It must be hard for you to become someone else's follower... After all, I've wronged you as your father!"

The resolute-looking young man shook his head when he heard this: "Father, there's no need to say such things!"

"The family has nurtured me and expended countless resources on me. Father, you value me so highly that you've kept all the rare treasures close to me, leaving you with the brunt of your cultivation... Your son has seen it all! Now that the family needs me, I naturally must contribute!"

"I'm relieved that you think this way!"

The Zhao family patriarch said with relief.

"Don't worry, father. I will never let you down!"

The young man said firmly.

…

"I will definitely become Chu Tianjiao's follower. This is the only way for me to go further!"

Wan Linhai, a warrior, was hiding in a secluded place, looking at the bustling and prosperous market, thinking secretly in his heart, his eyes full of ambition.

And such a scene.

It is happening in every corner of Wanlinhai at this moment and can be seen almost everywhere.

As time approaches.

More and more forces and warriors are coming.

Either they were riding in a beam of light, or they were riding in a chariot, or they were docking in a spaceship.

For a time, the entire Wanlinhai Market was crowded with people.

According to some estimates, the number of young warriors who came to Wanlinhai Market this time has reached at least 100,000. Including the forces or families that accompanied them, the total number is estimated to be more than 300,000.

And this.

This is far from the final number.