At this thought, they stopped delaying. Even if Qitian Muchen was unwilling and still going mad, Tian Nu could only drag him away by force, saying, "Young Master! The best thing to do now is notify the Valley Master immediately and have him avenge you!"
"No! I don't want to see him! I'm afraid to see him! I'm not going back to Myriadpath Valley! I'm not going back... sob..." The Valley Master's young son, so lofty and grand, was now weeping like rain, his face full of panic as he rolled around and threw a childish tantrum.
He refused to return to Myriadpath Valley because he could not face the gap in status and position, could not face the reality that he had become trash. He thought that if he merely blinked, everything that had happened today would simply disappear.
As for Yazi's death, from beginning to end, he seemed not to have suffered at all over the loss of a life that had accompanied him for a thousand years.
All his pain came from becoming trash—from the fact that he could not face it.
"We should still let the Valley Master handle it. There may be some other hope."
Helpless, Tian Nu directly dragged the wailing Qitian Muchen out of the Blazing Star Array. Amid the sidelong glances of several Myriadpath Valley Venerables, they boarded the Star Eye.
Even then, Qitian Muchen was still roaring at others, "What are you looking at? Look again, and I'll dig out your eyes and wipe out your nine clans!"
The crowd found it utterly baffling. What act was this supreme Valley Master's young son, such a dashing figure, putting on now?
"Is he role-playing? I heard there are not ten thousand, but at least eight thousand young and beautiful women in Myriadpath