Wang Yuanxiao's escape was like the abrupt end of a farce.
He left with Bai Xumi's broken Nascent Soul body, tearing through the void, without even a single glance back at the abandoned disciples on Tianzhu Peak.
Those disciples who once followed him, believed in him, and fought for him, were now left looking at each other in dismay, their eyes filled with confusion and despair.
"Wang Yuanxiao... just left like that?"
An elder of Tianzhu Peak murmured to himself, his tone laced with disbelief and bitterness.
Beside him, dozens of Tianzhu Peak disciples looked defeated, some even slumped to the ground, like all their strength had been drained from them.
For whom did they fight? For what did they fight?
In the end, the one who promised them a beautiful future left without a word, escaping with his partner.
Zhantai Chunqiu stood with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction Wang Yuanxiao had disappeared, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
