One man, blood-red eyes hollow.
One man, slumped down, soul lost.
One man, in tears.
One man, watching another shed tears.
The ferry crossing that should have been dominated by Shen Wushuang's sweeping victory now held an indescribably desolate air.
Shen Wushuang, who no longer wished to ascend again, had already returned to the Peering-Source realm.
So when the rustling footsteps drew near from afar and finally halted, in the eyes of cultivators from both worlds and three domains, Shen Wushuang was still that Shen Wushuang—the number one Immortal Venerable of the lower realm.
Thus, when they learned that someone as strong as the Saint-level Taiwei was actually Xie Tian's battle slave, and then saw the scene before them, they fell into a silence beyond silence.
Continue to stand with Shen Wushuang, who insisted on beheading Xie Tian?
That was courting death.
Simply flip sides and decisively choose to support the heir of the Evil Emperor?
That might also be courting death.
