In the Decision Room, the instant the Death Angel was utterly reduced to ashes in Huai Shi's hands, countless people cried out in excitement.
The calamity had finally been completely eradicated.
And the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage's outstanding performance this time left no one knowing how many people stunned. At the very back, the Lineage Masters gathered together over tea could not help but applaud in congratulations.
"Congratulations." Black Bird was the first to look at Russell.
"It was merely unfinished business from back then." Russell shook his head. "Nothing worth celebrating."
Black Bird smiled. "Isn't it a good thing to have worthy successors?"
If Huai Shi's earlier extermination of the lingering poison using a fragment of the Mirror of Day and Night had involved a measure of luck—
Then his current feat, in a fourth-rank state, of cleanly blasting the Beast of Original Sin at full strength into scraps, grinding its bones to dust and scattering those ashes several times over, was a terrifying achievement without a trace of exaggeration.
"We really should raise a glass."
Feathered Serpent sipped at the bland tea, somewhat regretful.
If the occasion had not been so serious, he ought to have brought a bottle of treasured whiskey for a few drinks. Yet now, apart from the dog-piss coffee supplied free by the Astronomical Society, all they had was this stuff from Black Bird, that stingy old bastard, steeped in water more than ten times until it had lost all flavor.
Was that tea caddy beside him really just there to make up the numbers?
Could he not put in some more leaves?
He had stared at it two or three times already, but Black Bird kept pretending not to understand. There was nothing he could do.
Forget it, forget it. Let the old bastard