Cheng Siyao's face grew increasingly ugly.
He had originally thought only one or two would leave, yet in the end not a single person stayed.
Everyone was going to leave.
In such a situation, it was fated that they could no longer possibly refine the Divine Artifact to success.
But to watch the Divine Artifact right before his eyes, only to give it up like this, was truly hard to stomach.
"Old Cheng, let's go!"
"Brother Cheng, when it's time to cut, you must cut!"
Shouts carried over from afar.
Cheng Siyao glared at them, then twisted his head to look toward that giant tower.
He ground his teeth, finally snorted, turned, and drifted away, raising his voice to shout: "Wait for me!"
Chu Zhiyuan, watching from the mountaintop, was dumbstruck, utterly tongue‑tied.
He had never imagined that Cheng Siyao and the others would be able to resolutely abandon the giant tower.
