PS: This cold has been especially miserable. I was groggy while writing, and after finishing, I felt it wasn't good enough, so I deleted some parts. What comes next is a scene of numerous cultivators gathering. No matter what, Old Wang has to have some presence. Since I'm not in good shape, I won't force myself to write it.
Only a little over two thousand words today. Sorry, Big Shots!
Outer space near Jupiter.
You Han stood beside the public transfer array, his gaze somewhat dim as he looked at the beautiful emerald-like Jupiter before him. Deep regret showed between his brows.
His lips pressed together slightly, as though he were still chewing over his former shortsightedness that had let a heaven-sent opportunity slip through his fingers. Regret nearly spilled from his remorseful face.
Beside him, the Tiger Demon Wang Yan stood with his arms folded, his fingers unconsciously tapping his elbow as a complicated light flickered in his eyes.
Back then, he had scorned Quan Wen's fawning behavior. Now, he wished he himself had once groveled just as shamelessly. He could not help sighing inwardly. Had he been more attentive back then, he would not now be unable even to meet him. His thoughts were simple: he merely wanted to straighten his back before his clansmen and say, "I once laughed and chatted merrily with True Monarch Changqing."
As for the other Star Gods and Great Demons, most wore grave expressions and deep gazes. Some spoke in low voices, while others pondered alone. Every one of them was weighing the coming great battle. After all, this battle was exceptionally perilous. One careless step, and even cultivators of their caliber might die and have their Dao vanish.
On Jupiter.
Wang Ping still sat upright beside the stone table, calmly