The moment Shen Fan finished his suggestion, Shui Tian was first surprised, then overcome by shame and pain.
These were his people. This was a matter within the Water Origin Spirit Race. And yet in the end, it was their guest, Shen Fan, who had to resolve it!
Though he had made friends with Shen Fan in the first place hoping to borrow his strength to change the plight of the Tian He Lineage within the Water Origin Spirit Race,
it was never supposed to happen like this!
Remembering Shen Fan's words, "We're even," Shui Tian knelt motionless on the spot, his body rigid.
He raised his head and stared blankly at Shen Fan.
That calm face now seemed to him to hold a madness he couldn't comprehend.
And a resolve that left him utterly ashamed.
Help?
Kill the True Ancestor of the main lineage?
Then take all the blame upon himself?
Every word burned like a red-hot brand, searing into the depths of his soul.
Shui Tian's lips moved, but his dry throat could make no sound.
He wanted to say no.
He wanted to say, "We'll bear it together."
But the word bear was too heavy.
So heavy that he didn't have the courage to say it aloud.
If he did, it would mean the entire Tian He Lineage would sever all ties with the main lineage and embark on a path of flight with no future in sight and almost certain death at the end.
He didn't dare gamble.
Nor could he.
His cowardice was like countless sharp steel needles, stabbing at his insides until every organ throbbed with pain.
He slowly lowered his head. His clenched fists tightened until his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing thin trails of blood.
He didn't look at Shen