He and his parents were fleeing for their lives too, so he understood this suffocating, agonizing feeling all too well.
"A real man should strike when it is time to strike and kill until not a single piece of armor remains."
Lin Xiaoxiao spoke out of genuine feeling, muttering the words to herself.
She was a girl, which made those words all the more convincing.
"Me?"
Yu Ziqian could not make sense of it.
He looked at Jiang Qingliu, who had clearly made up his mind to leave, and felt like crying without tears.
"Master, you protected and defended me for over twenty years, yet I cannot protect you for even a single day..."
After saying that, tears and snot streamed down his face.
"What kind of nonsense is that? I am the master, and you are supposed to protect me? Wouldn't that make me useless? Scram, brat!"
Jiang Qingliu stood atop the head of an Azure Sky Emerald Firmament Qilin, carrying the five of them as it sped toward the Azurecloud Divine Tree.
"Old friend, today feels like we have returned to the day before we turned thirty, when we were full of ambition and high spirits as we headed for the Realm of No Heaven. Will we return in tears again today?"
His eyes were bloodshot.
Several hundred years had passed.
How much indignation had been bottled within his chest?
"To live in this world, no matter how kind one is to others, one is still seen as a useless piece of trash who can be sacrificed at any time."
"After being struck down once, I curled up like a turtle for eight hundred years. I really am pathetic, haha..."
"It was not you. It was us. We were all too pathetic," the Azure Sky Emerald Firmament Qilin