Chapter 512: The Martial Arts Gathering Begins

Seeing everyone gathered in their own factions, while he alone had no sect or school to belong to, Ziming had felt abandoned, with nowhere to go. A wry smile appeared on his lips as he quietly found a secluded and distant spot to settle down. Listening to the lively conversations and the crisp or hearty laughter around him, Ziming knitted his brows slightly, feeling increasingly out of place. He disliked this feeling. The clamor made him feel even lonelier. Ziming wished Xena Labelle could be...