"It was you."
Under everyone's gaze, the Little Elf fixed its eyes on Yang Jian on the ground and said with an unpleasant expression, "You really have some nerve!"
"As a Child of Fortune, you actually bound yourself to an object of the extraterrestrial fiends. You're simply ruining your own future!"
What?!
Bound to an object of the extraterrestrial fiends?!
At those words, Yu Ding, Jieyin, and the Primordial avatar all cried out in shock.
Yu Ding in particular.
He turned to look at Yang Jian, disbelief written all over his face. "Yang Jian, you... you..."
"Master..."
Yang Jian looked up at Yu Ding and sighed helplessly. "This disciple has disappointed you."
Hearing this, Yu Ding collapsed completely onto the ground.
He was no fool. After spending so many years with his disciple, it was not as though he had never noticed anything amiss.
Yet he had always believed it was simply his disciple's talent. After all, Yang Jian possessed the God-Human Bloodline, the first of its kind in the world. It was only natural for him to be somewhat extraordinary.
But he had never imagined things would turn out like this.
An object of the extraterrestrial fiends—this meant that the disciple he had raised was very likely connected to those fiends.
Even if he did not know the exact circumstances, it still showed what Yang Jian's fate would be. Even his master could not withstand such matters, much less himself.
"Why..."
Instinctively, Yu Ding looked toward Yang Jian and roared, "Why did you do such a thing?"
"Don't you know that your future is boundless? Don't you know that your prospects are immeasurable? Why would you do this?"
Yang Jian gave a bitter smile.
In his previous life, he had indeed accomplished everything, but he had also lost everything.