"What on earth is going on."
Ye Donglai was bewildered. He didn't know whether Wen Xian had been beaten to death or managed to escape by clinging to life—at least he needed some direction.
Thinking about the time.
It should have ended long ago.
Maybe Wen Xian was truly unfortunate and perished. How tragic, how pitiful, how lamentable—a once-in-a-generation prodigy gone just like that.
Sure enough, everything was as he predicted.
Cultivation is all about talent.
To truly excel in cultivating immortality, one must be adept at navigating every corner, forging connections everywhere. Even if Senior Brother Wen Xian were to die, Ye Donglai still made sure to mourn him in his heart, treating him as the good senior brother in his mind.
Pfft!
Ye Donglai spat blood, then smeared the blood across his face.
"Ah, my shining black hair... such a shame."
He made his long hair a bit disheveled, then fled into the distance—it was time to go sell misery.
The Black Demon Platform Cliff.
