To outsiders, Xu Wansun's "arrogant before, respectful after—enough to make one laugh upon reflection" was laughable indeed. But to the Lüqiu Human King, those words meant something entirely different.
He felt as though... he had suddenly straightened his back.
For the past hundred years, he had lived far too miserably.
A century ago, when Xu Wansun had overseen the execution of Lüqiu Yeming's branch, he had exhausted every argument in an attempt to persuade Xu Wansun to have Venerable Tong rescind his order... only to be met with Xu Wansun's cold stares and shut out at every turn.
He could only watch helplessly as Lüqiu Yeming, the sovereign of a kingdom and a dignified Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, was like a lamb awaiting slaughter, casually cut down by Xu Wansun with a single sword strike upon the execution platform.
After the "chief culprit," Lüqiu Yeming, died, the several thousand cultivators of Lüqiu Yeming's branch were also exterminated, one by one.
After that day, every household on Sovereign Island wore mourning white.
When Xu Wansun's cloud carriage had blocked his way two hours earlier, it was not that he did not understand that this would anger Xu Wansun and, in turn, offend Venerable Tong. But... as the Lüqiu Clan's sole helmsman now, he truly did not wish to submit any longer.
"Death is the only end. What is there to fear?"
The Lüqiu Human King slightly closed his eyes, and Lüqiu Yeming's final words as he mounted the execution platform flashed through his mind once more.
Those words were also the courage that had risen in his heart when he faced Xu Wansun.
By all reason, for the safety of his clan, he should have clung to life. He should not have offended Venerable Tong too deeply, much less... harbored