Jiang Yuan often came here to check, waiting for Wang Tiezhu's return.

No one thinks he is still alive.

"There's no way he's still alive."

"Yeah! You might die on the first day you enter."

"Senior Jiang, you don't have to wait any longer!"

Many Eastern monks urged me to do so.

Jiang Yuan's face changed several times after hearing the persuasion, and finally sighed: "If he dies, the elite brand will return..."

Of course, this was just the reason why he insisted on waiting.

Because, after they came here, there were only three elites in total. None of the elites had died, and whether they would return or not was just his guess, not a word.

As for Wang Tiezhu's life and death, Western monks are also hotly discussing it.

"Wang Tiezhu must be dead."

"Yes! It's a good death."

"But, he died, the elite brand did not return, and the Holy Son still cannot go to the world in his little secret realm."

"Yes! This is very strange. Isn't he dead?"

Everyone was talking about Wang Tiezhu's life and death.

"You don't have to worry anymore. He entered the secret realm and has not returned. I'm afraid he has already died. If my guess is correct, he must have turned into a pile of bones at this moment. As for whether the brand will return to the country, it is all our guess. Maybe he will

There is a possibility of a delayed return.”

The oldest man in the Holy See said in a deep voice, with a smile on his face.

After hearing this, everyone nodded and laughed together.

Ronald's injury has also completely recovered recently. He clenched his fists: "If the brand does not return, then I will not enter the small secret realm. I will directly choose to enter the breakthrough place. Anyway, I have huge abilities in the small secret realm."

The harvest, the depth of spiritual power, has been greatly deepened, but it has not been broken and the foundation cannot be revealed!"
Chapter completed!