Sun Chongyang and I were mortal enemies. He hated me enough to want me dead, but unfortunately, he was different from Li Poxiao. Li Poxiao was a pure man of the righteous path. [Burning^Text^Bookstore] He had probably been born into a sect and raised there, while Sun Chongyang was from the Sun Household and had gone to the Taiji Sect to study under a master, so he still carried that strong air of an aristocratic-clan heir.
Seeing the dry rations I had left him, Sun Chongyang gazed at me pitifully, but he did not dare beg.
If he were an ordinary person, who would dare stay alone in an underground palace full of corpses, without even food to eat? Though eternal lamps lit the way, this was still a tomb—gloomy and terrifying to the extreme.
"Brother Tian, how about..." Zhao Qian was kindhearted, and she began to feel reluctant.
"Don't say it. This isn't the time to save people. Let him stay here for now." I stood up and stopped Zhao Qian from continuing.
Zhao Qian could only take out all the food in her luggage and leave it for Sun Chongyang.
"Brother Sun, take care... We'll come back as soon as we can." Qi Haixing took out everything he had brought for emergencies, including medicine for wounds, and left it behind as well.
Chen Xiaobo also dumped everything onto the ground. Although Sun Chongyang had nearly gotten everyone captured earlier, his current fate was miserable enough. It would be wrong to kick him while he was down.
The others had practically been stripped bare by now. Their magical artifacts and bags were gone, so they had nothing to give Sun Chongyang.
With everyone combining two or three days' worth of food, there was barely enough to keep a normal