Inside Pangu Hall, a subtle silence fell for a time.
Zhou Ming withdrew his hand and was just about to speak, to discuss their next course of development.
But when he turned around, he found that Zhen Yuanzi, Tongtian, the West Queen Mother, and the others all had their attention fixed on him.
It was not scrutiny, nor was it doubt.
It was a complicated emotion mixed with grief, 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, three of the Primordial Wilderness's top mighty figures, had used their own lives to buy Zhen Yuanzi, Tongtian, and the others a chance to break out.
Their fall was a massive stone weighing 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 moved away from Tongtian and the others, finally landing on Zhen Yuanzi.
"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."
Zhou Ming spoke, breaking the quiet in the hall.
"You are thinking about Fellow Daoist Hongyun?"
Zhen Yuanzi's body shook violently. He raised his head, and on that warm, honest face, a trace of bitterness and grief that was hard to hide surfaced.
He opened his mouth, yet 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 would often recall hearing that resolute cry: "Go."
Zhou Ming swept his gaze over everyone and offered no more words of comfort.
For this kind of pain, any language was pale and powerless.
He simply gave a promise.
"Hongyun, Minghe, Taiyi, and Candle Dragon fell for the