The Whole Crew Moves!

Inside Pangu Hall, for a time, it fell into a certain subtle silence.

Zhou Ming withdrew his hand and was just about to speak, to discuss the matters of their development from here on.

But when he turned, he discovered that Zhen Yuanzi, Tongtian, West Queen Mother, and the others all had their attention gathered on him.

That was not scrutiny, nor was it confusion.

It was a complicated emotion mingled with sorrow, expectation, and pleading.

Zhou Ming stopped the words he had been about to say.

He did not need to ask. He already understood what everyone was thinking.

Hongyun, Minghe, Taiyi, and Candle Dragon, four of the top Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness, had used their own lives to win Zhen Yuanzi, Tongtian, and the others a chance to break through.

The fall of these people was a massive stone pressing on the hearts of all the survivors.

Especially Zhen Yuanzi.

Hongyun's death was a wound in his heart that could never be smoothed away.

Zhou Ming's attention shifted away from Tongtian and the others, and finally landed on Zhen Yuanzi.

"Fellow cultivator Zhen Yuanzi."

Zhou Ming spoke, breaking the quiet inside the hall.

"You're thinking about Fellow cultivator Hongyun?"

Zhen Yuanzi's body shook violently. He raised his head, and on that warm, honest face appeared a trace of bitterness and grief that was impossible to conceal.

He opened his mouth, but could not say a single word. He only nodded heavily.

Yes.

How could he possibly not think of it?

Over those tens of thousands of years, he had often recalled hearing that resolute cry: "Go."

Zhou Ming swept his gaze over everyone and offered no further words of comfort.

For this kind of pain, any words would be pale.

He only gave a promise.

"Hongyun,