Desolate Charm had once thought that, as Old Ancestor Desolate Charm, he should have no trouble making his way in the Cultivation World—not that he was any more powerful than that sinister devil Xu Yi, of course.
With his intelligence, his experience, and his silver tongue, he should have been able to take control of any situation.
He kept running into strange beasts because of bad luck. As long as he met cultivators, his own abilities should have been enough to bring them under his thumb.
But when he finally did meet cultivators, before he could even unleash his debating skills—which were sure to outshine Xu Yi's—both his mouths were beaten into silence.
In the end, he became a pig or dog waiting to be slaughtered.
His immense hopes and the cruel reality stood in stark contrast. Desolate Charm's spirit had long since crumbled. In his final moment of despair, only one thought remained: if Heaven gave him another chance, he would never leave that peaceful, tranquil Starry Sky Ring. And if he had to put a number on that choice, he hoped he could fill it in himself.
Seeing Xu Yi again, Desolate Charm's spirit was utterly broken. He paid no heed to Xu Yi's teasing and burst into tears like rain pouring from the heavens.
"How dare you try to snatch the prey of my Laichun Hall? You're asking for death!"
Zhu Sihuo's slanted brows nearly flipped up to the sky as he fixed Xu Yi with a chilling glare. If Xu Yi hadn't looked so unnervingly calm, he would have waved his hand and sent his men to deal with him long ago.
"Old Desolate, looking at you, you must've suffered plenty. Tell me, how do you want these people to meet their end? We may not