(Today there was a delay due to some matters, apologies for the lateness.)
Soul Island, suspended in the air, dotted with azure mist and flowing with auspicious vapors, appeared serene and sacred.
This is the treasured land of the Eight-Armed Soul Tribe, outside the Ancestral Grounds of Guardian Spirit, many people came today, making it very lively.
"Thank you all for the hospitality. As long as I don't die and can survive, I will definitely undergo tribulations again and fetch pools upon pools of Liquid Thunder for everyone!" Shi Hao promised with a slurred speech, patting his chest in assurance.
"Young friend is truly a dragon among men, soon to soar to great heights. We all express our gratitude in advance, awaiting that day!" said the Celestial God of the Yazi Clan.
Leaving the Ancestral Grounds of Guardian Spirit, they arrived at the forbidden land of the Soul Clan, where they exchanged cups and also celebrated Shi Hao's successful tribulation.
