Li Haochen looked at Li Wushuang.
He had known Li Wushuang would not be able to accept this outcome.
She had come brimming with confidence, determined to force him to win back face for the Order Celestial Clan.
Unfortunately, that face had not been won back.
Worse still, it had been trampled into the ground and humiliated all over again.
Even Li Haochen himself had fallen into despair.
He truly realized that, for the rest of his life, he would never again be able to surmount the towering peak that was Li Tianming.
Miserable—utterly miserable!
And he still had to face Li Wushuang. That was even more miserable.
"Aunt."
Li Haochen gritted his teeth and struggled to force out those two words.
He did not raise his head. All he could see was the lower half of her body.
At that moment, she was like an ice sculpture.
Even from far away, Li Haochen could feel the cold radiating from her.
"Haochen."
Those two words, sharp as ice picks, stabbed into his eardrums.
Their coldness hurt like needles.
"Aunt, I'm listening," Li Haochen said.
"Return to the Order Celestial Clan," Li Wushuang said.
"Yes."
"Once you return, apologize to the clan with your death."
An even colder voice stabbed directly into his bones.
Li Haochen felt as though he had been thrown into an ice cave.
He could barely breathe.
His throat was clogged shut.
He wanted to say: You were the one who wanted to win. You were the one who made me lose so utterly.
Why was I the one who had to die, rather than you?
Thud!
He fell to his knees, his face filled with despair.
"Brother Haochen."
Fortunately, there were still two pairs of hands, one on each side, clutching his shoulders and dragging him