"Huff."
"How pathetic."
"So ugly."
The fox muttered two complaints, then shakily turned his head to look at an immortal fighting in the distance.
"My little brother..."
"Did you kill him?"
The immortal's expression changed drastically. He would rather take a few hits than stay, turning and fleeing.
But an invisible barrier of spiritual power blocked his path.
The next moment, the fox appeared behind him, his voice like a demon from beneath the Nine Netherworlds. "My little brother... how dare someone like you kill him?"
The surrounding force field became razor-sharp.
The fox's spiritual power became like countless blades, piercing bloody holes all over the immortal's body.
The immortal turned back in despair, glanced at the fox, and fell from the sky.
The fox also landed, gasping for breath. The restless red in his eyes became increasingly pronounced. Looking at the mask on the ground—the one he had casually picked out for himself back then—the fox could not help but smile.
"Here. Wear this from now on."
"Why?"
"Our organization is very mysterious!"
"Wow, that's so cool!"
As he recalled that scene from years ago, the fox's pupils gradually lost focus, leaving behind only one final murmur.
"Actually, I just thought you were ugly."
"Without you, showing off... became a lot easier."
In truth, the fox did not need to die.
Even if he did not act now, no one could fault him for it.
With his intelligence, he naturally understood.
But he had to act.
That, too, stemmed from his intelligence.
Zhang Ziliang's intentions were understood by Zhao Hai and Lu Qing. Naturally, he understood them as well.
If he died, the Daoist Sect might leave behind a final thread of inheritance.
If he lived, perhaps not.
Everything went unspoken.
Lu Qing was the first to drag this