An Opinion of the Thousand-Person Ruler

Whether Danshu cared about time, or still pitied the lives of her compatriots even at this very moment, Phantylia did not care. She only knew that she still needed Danshu's cooperation now.

High in the sky, deep within the clouds, Jing Yuan raised his blade and lowered it several times, finally letting out a helpless sigh.

You missed it, there's no chance. We can't make a move right now, or it will catch Yukong and the others in the crossfire... But seriously, it's Danshu? What could possibly drive her to this?

Jing Yuan could sense that Yukong and the others only had weak auras, not the reaction of those at death's door, which was why he dared not act rashly. Instead, he recalled Danshu's file and records in his mind.

Born with a disability, blind to the world. Diligent and self-reliant, with peerless talent.

She had burst into prominence not long after entering the Alchemy Division, hailed alongside her close friend Yufei as the strongest alchemist and physician of their generation.

Wait, that physician Yufei should have died during the third war between the Xianzhou Alliance and the Abundance People. The cause of death was--getting caught in the aftermath of the Emperor Bow's divine might!

So, is this the motive?

Jing Yuan unconsciously tightened his grip on his hilt.

In times of frequent war, there were far too many Xianzhou natives with similar experiences.

Danshu was one, Yukong was one, and even Jing Yuan himself could be counted among them.

Those whose faith was shaken as a result were far from just one or two cases.

Therefore, Jing Yuan could understand that feeling. Rebuffing and rebelling over such a matter was unforgivable, yet understandable.

*Sigh, what a pity. She was originally a heaven-sent talent who could have competed for