The Dragon Essence was temporarily useless to him since he had no idea when he would be able to enter the ninth rank.
It could take ten years, maybe decades, or he might not even enter the rank after a hundred years.
Meanwhile, Maxine was ecstatic.
She never expected to hold onto a piece of the Dragon Essence.
With her strength, she was incapable of fighting for the Dragon Essence. However, Langston’s actions allowed her to get a share of the pie. Although the piece she grabbed was smaller than James’ and Thea’s, she was still satisfied.
The Dragon Essence could significantly improve her cultivation.
At the very least, she would enter the eighth rank.
“Honey, what’s next after we return to Cansington?”
Thea leaned into James, held his hand, and snuggled into his arms, not forgetting to cast a proud look at Maxine.
Her expression seemed to be showing off to Maxine that James was hers and that no matter how hard Maxine tried, she could never have James.
James said with a smile, “Since you’ve recovered, I’ve no other goals. After returning to Cansington, let’s find a place no one knows about and live a normal life.”
James had already thought it through.
He wanted to live in seclusion since this world’s affairs had nothing to do with him.
“Mhm.”
Thea beamed with a bright smile.
Maxine did not say anything and sensibly left the room.
Meanwhile, the Meranian Psychics gathered in another room.
Three of the psychics sat together.
Eight of them left for this island, but only three of them survived. They were the Thunder King, the beautiful and sexy Linna, and a Caucasian man who looked about forty years old.
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