As one person after another passed safely by the mysterious black-clad Masked Man, many hearts gradually settled. Judging by his conduct, though his martial arts were formidable, he was not one to slaughter indiscriminately.
The several dozen people who had died earlier had all panicked and lost their way. Either they had shouted and screamed, grating on the nerves, or they had tried to turn back and leave this narrow path.
So long as they behaved honestly and followed the example of that father and son from before, they could safely pass through this Thread of Heaven path.
Thus, the scene remained quite stable.
Only Yu Changkong felt ice-cold inside, a chill that pierced to the bone. His entire body felt colder than if he had stood naked amidst ice and snow in the depths of winter.
This was not Yu Changkong's first time seeing the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord, yet it was the time he had felt the most despair upon seeing him.
There was no other reason. Since he had recognized the Heavenly Demon Palace Lord's identity, the other's purpose was self-evident.
"Zhao Rulíng, Zhao Rulíng. It seemed you really had been right. I did not heed your words and stayed with the Meng Family. It appeared that leaving truly had been a mistake.
"But why did you let me leave? Could it be that you had other thoughts, that you were disloyal to the Emperor and the imperial family?"
Yu Changkong was filled with countless emotions and thoughts as he sank into silence. Yet this behavior of his instead blended naturally into the crowd; no one could see anything unusual.
He was not trying to patch things up after the fact. Rather, he thought that with Zhao Rulíng's mind and abilities, if he had truly been unwilling