Huang Er's speechlessness was very reasonable.
If Xie Tian were just someone from Holy Village, then there'd be nothing to say—just kneel.
If Xie Tian were just the Evil Emperor's successor, same thing—kill him and be done with it.
The messy part was, the guy he had just knelt down and acknowledged as his master was the very person who'd stirred up the lower realm for decades and had just flipped the heavens of the Immortal Realm right in front of him.
So what now?
Kill him?
Then he himself wouldn't live, either.
Just walk away?
Then the second thing he'd wanted to do in this life would be completely hopeless.
"Sigh…"
Huang Er, bitter to the point his pores were leaking misery, saw that Xie Tian, who barely spared him a glance, was planning to leave without so much as looking at him properly. He could only follow.
He even had to follow with a thick skin, afraid the other party wouldn't want him.
