Qin Yang understood the thoughts of these giants, understood their painstaking intentions, and respected their convictions.
But to be honest, Qin Yang considered himself an ordinary man. Even while feeling all that, there was still a small part of him that felt rather unhappy.
He had realized that the Novelist was the Shepherd Master far too late.
So late that he had no way to stop, and could only let the Fengdu Great Emperor be sacrificed as well.
These giants could indeed be called Old Silver Coins, every last one of them, but Qin Yang still felt that the Fengdu Great Emperor was the purest among them.
Of course, purity might be a flaw when applied to giants.
Qin Yang still admired the Fengdu Great Emperor's purity, admired his single-minded devotion and unwavering faith. Even if it was to become a Heavenly Emperor, the Fengdu Great Emperor's purpose had merely been to claim a place at the ceiling, thereby achieving a balance with the Three Heavenly Emperors.
When things had reached that point, Qin Yang could neither stop nor hesitate. Yet he still felt sorrow over the Fengdu Great Emperor's disappearance.
The stronger one became, the more indifferent one's emotions became. That was inevitable. Once one was strong enough that everyone else was but ants, it truly became difficult to empathize with the joys, anger, sorrow, and delight of ants.
Qin Yang treasured the fact that he could still feel this way, but those feelings also affected him.
He had already seen too many powerful experts for whom, aside from certain matters, nothing else could stir even a ripple in their hearts.
So once this was over, he had immediately come to see the Novelist. He had even prepared himself to fight the Novelist and vent a little.
But after