No one noticed.
Over at the Spirit Snake Sect.
After the drawing of lots had determined their opponents, She Wushen learned that his opponent this round was actually Feng Xue. The body beneath his black robe trembled violently.
He lowered his head, and no one saw his face.
Actually, even if he had looked up, they still would not have seen it.
The black hood covered it completely.
Within his lowered gaze lay hatred as deep as the abyss, and jealousy erupting like a volcano! Anger born from grievances so twisted and explosive that they had completely warped him!
It was as though he had encountered someone who had murdered his father and son, or stolen his wife and daughter.
An irreconcilable, mortal enemy with whom he could never share the same sky.
He silently drew deep, heavy breaths, trying to suppress the brutality that was impossible to hide. One mouthful after another of cold air entered his chest and abdomen.
Yet it was like pouring oil on flames.
That frenzied, explosive emotion grew fiercer and fiercer.
His face behind the mask had long since flushed crimson.
His temples throbbed.
Even both hands, all ten fingers, were trembling.
Both his eyes had gone completely red!
Why?
Why?
Why?!
Why had he had nothing since childhood? He had not even had good health! You owe me!
Why? Why did all of you have everything?
Why had he lost even his identity and his body, forced to live a life that could not be seen by others, while you could still enjoy your lofty lives above the clouds!?
You owe me!
Why did Feng Xue still look so noble, elegant, and beautiful?
Why was her complexion still so rosy? Why were her eyes still so bright? Why were they still filled with