Seeing how remorseful Old Master Mu looked, Chen Changan tried to comfort him. "Grandfather, there's no need to blame yourself."
"Everyone has misjudged things before. Besides, you only let your feelings cloud your judgment."
"You were the last person who wanted anything to happen to these people. You were also the last person who wanted any of them to be traitors."
"Without you, without the Mu Family, without the warriors who sacrificed themselves for the Human Race and the True Realm..."
"Where would we be today?"
"There's no need to blame yourself."
They all understood the reasoning, but everyone felt differently.
Ren Buping knew that there was no way he would leave here alive today. What he regretted most was that he couldn't send word to the foreign races beyond the True Realm.
He couldn't send word to the foreign races within the True Realm, either. The future of the foreign races was right before his eyes, yet there was nothing he could do.
"Chen Changan, I admit defeat. I ran into someone as powerful as you."
"But don't celebrate too soon. The real trouble is still ahead."
"You won't be the one laughing in the end."
After saying that, Ren Buping also chose to self-destruct, giving no one the chance to act.
"What did he mean by that? What does he mean, the real trouble is still ahead?"
"It's a shame he died so easily. He deceived us for so long."
"Why did a foreign-race spy have to infiltrate us? After all these years, we never noticed a thing."
Ren Buping's death left the others feeling deeply troubled.
But what truly concerned Old Master Mu, Mu Zhanying, and the others were Ren Buping's final words.
"Changan, what do you make of what he said before he died?" Old Master