"So when you were ordinary people, did you encounter the same situation as I did?" I couldn't help asking.
"Of course. Back then, we were struggling too."
I was instantly shaken. Even people like Duanmu Xuan and the others had endured unimaginable terror. What exactly was controlling everything from behind the scenes? It was simply impossible to imagine.
Duanmu Xuan said dizzily, "Actually, we should have died long ago. If we had all died, we wouldn't have harmed them."
"That's right. If we had died back then, perhaps none of this would have happened."
"But survival is the instinct of all living things. Even for us, it's difficult to change that."
Listening to their confused words, my head grew heavy, and I soon fell asleep.
After I fell asleep, Duanmu Xuan suddenly stopped drinking, and his eyes became clear again. "How is the plan going?"
"Everything is proceeding smoothly. He will become the core part of the plan," Zhang Fan said.
"I hope that day never comes," Duanmu Xuan said suddenly.
Chapter 1208: The Sorrow of the Weak
"You should leave." Duanmu Xuan lounged lazily on the throne, propping up his chin with one hand like some noble young master. Looking at his unchanging appearance, I smiled. "Thank you for your help. I'll be grateful for the rest of my life."
"There's no need for that. Goodbye." Duanmu Xuan extended his hand and waved it once. We were immediately teleported away by a mysterious force.
After watching us leave, a trace of loneliness appeared in Duanmu Xuan's eyes. He sat on the throne with an elegant posture.
No one knew how much time passed before his muttering echoed through the great hall.
"One day, you will pay the price. No matter what, I will live until that day."
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