"Sorry..."
For everything that had happened here.
For Zhu Yike, whom he had not seen for what felt like a lifetime.
For Frost Lord, whose very main body had been beaten into nothing—because he was at the Half-Saint level, Number Two had targeted him with maximum force the moment they met, then annihilated him in every respect.
Xu Xiaoshou felt apologetic.
He knew that without Zhu Yike, Lei Xier and the others would never have held on until now.
He knew that although Frost Lord had contributed nothing in this battle, he had drawn Number Two's fiercest attacks and endured damage that no one present but Xu Xiaoshou could have withstood.
No, such a contribution could no longer be called "nothing."
It should be said that Frost Lord, skilled only in the art of fleeing for his life, had already done everything he possibly could—one hundred percent!
Even if Number Two were thrown into the Inner Island of Void Island, there would probably be only a handful capable of fighting him to a draw, right?
Frost Lord had worked too hard! And as for the Second True Body...
What pleased Xu Xiaoshou most was the Second True Body's performance.
With Xu Xiaoshou absent, he had perfectly taken over his role. He had not acted rashly, and he had even thought to seek out Mr. Siren.
Across such a vast distance, he had pulled Xu Xiaoshou free from the "reading state."
Perhaps it had been a coincidence.
But every tactic the Second True Body had employed was one Xu Xiaoshou himself would have chosen if he had been there.
In this battle, the Second True Body's contribution had already been perfect.
Xu Xiaoshou would certainly—and had to—grant his request.
—Neither he nor the Second True Body himself could accept being such