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Why did the academy treat me with indifference, while Tiandong treated others the same way? How could I not feel regret?
Facing the questioning gaze of the Prisoner, a glimmer of light appeared in Qian Wenzhong's eyes as he shook his head.
Commoners are innocent, but possessing something precious can be a crime. Although the academy treated him with indifference, he had many windows of the academy, many people he liked, and many respectful eyes from his junior brothers and sisters looking at him. How could there be so much regret? Could he truly grasp what Yan Dong possessed? Just like I asked him earlier, did he want to ask me if I regretted it? Did I know what I would face when entering the academy? Being framed—should I just hide there and be a prisoner? Were those doors that I walked through for countless years not worth cherishing?
The door, the door.
Qian Wenzhong clearly saw a face covered in dust, where a drop of crystal-clear tear slid down, frozen into solid ice by the coldness around.
What if everyone stood on the wrong side against me? What should I do then? What if everyone betrayed me? What should I do then? What if Tian Di Dong wished for my demise—what should I do?
Every question echoed in Qian Wenzhong's ears, growing louder and louder, initially like a tiger roaring in the mountains, deafening.
Huff.
The Prisoner took a deep breath, as if releasing years of pent-up frustration all at once, startling Qian Wenzhong.
While patting his chest, he said: "Where are such people? It's just what I think. If such people really existed, they probably wouldn't even be considered human; they should be Dark Overlords instead."
Hearing such dismissive words from Qian Wenzhong made the Prisoner laugh heartily.
"Hahaha!"
What’s so funny about that? Really?
Qian Wenzhong scratched his head awkwardly. He could see that person was probably a demon or a madman. If he were an Old Man who had lived for hundreds of years without seeing anyone, he would surely go crazy from being cooped up for so long. Even if he were a demon, he wouldn’t be a normal person anymore.
Years ago, when demons were slain and evil was purged, the world of Dust was cleansed amidst chaos. In their eyes, he was a demon, just a demon.
The voices gradually faded, and disappointment was evident on their faces. Qian Wenzhong did not understand what kind of person could experience such great ups and downs, leaving them with a heart as cold as ashes, wandering aimlessly in this desolate month without seeing the moon.
He, Qian Wenzhong, had no fear of being overshadowed by others' reputations.
Suddenly, Qian Wenzhong realized that the prisoner before him was likely someone who would not deny it. A simple character, yet one capable of such bold claims—there were probably very few in the entire academy like him. How could someone so downcast be found in Yin Wind Gorge? Even he, at the Golden Core Stage, found it hard to survive there; how powerful must this prisoner be?
He asked once more if he truly had no regrets, even if last month's events could really vanish into thin air.
The prisoner did not answer Qian Wenzhong's question but instead repeated a question he had already asked before, his eyes filled with hope.
How could everything simply vanish? Bu Luo just did not want to drag down those who had treated him well. If one day he truly possessed enough strength, he would not let those treacherous people go unpunished.
No, it could never simply vanish. Since Tiandong and Bu Yuan existed, then change that Tiandong. I was wrong; Yin Tianheng would ultimately not be a demon. There would always be someone fighting on his side; Coco just hadn’t encountered him yet.
Splash!
The sound of chains falling reached Qian Wenzhong's ears. In his astonished gaze, a cold light flashed before him like a shooting rainbow, disappearing into the unknown.
Yin Tianheng, Yin Tianheng...
He kept murmuring that name that sounded so familiar, yet he could not recall who in the academy resembled that figure. He wondered if there had been any disciples punished in Yin Wind Gorge over the past thousand years for making mistakes until the prisoner stepped out of the cave and vanished from his sight. Qian Wenzhong still could not remember that familiar name.
After the Prisoner left, Qian Wenzhong suddenly realized that he was no longer cold; the Chill in Yin Wind Gorge could not invade his body anymore.
Overjoyed, he forgot everything and began walking toward the exit, thinking that in three days, the punishment would end. He considered that experience a fortunate encounter, believing that perhaps his life was not meant to end and that he had met a benefactor.
In Huan Yi Field, amidst the chaos, everyone’s thoughts stirred as a Dark Low Luo River emerged in Chang Kong, flowing like a distant stream yet resonating within each person's heart, leaving them profoundly shaken.
Finally, it had come. Even if we could afford to misplace our trust in him, could we really withstand the might of the True Immortal?
Mu Qinglong coughed up a mouthful of blood and glared fiercely at Hong Yulong, as if victory was already within his grasp. The excitement in his heart was now impossible to conceal.
Beside him, Xiao Zhang, who had witnessed such extraordinary phenomena, gritted his teeth and pronounced each word deliberately: "True Immortal descends to the world."
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