Han Jingjing's words were sharp and merciless, directly puncturing the last of Xie Chun's desperate hopes. His exaggerated shouting and commotion had really been nothing more than a dying struggle, driven by the faint chance that things might somehow turn out differently.
He hoped Lord Tree Ancestor might change its mind, sense that he was in danger, and come save him in his hour of need.
Xie Chun knew that Lord Tree Ancestor was busy with its grand plan. It had to consider the whole picture, and might not risk coming to his rescue personally.
Still, Xie Chun couldn't help thinking that his awakened talent was so compatible with Lord Tree Ancestor that, even if he wasn't its only chosen one, he had to be an important one. Perhaps Lord Tree Ancestor would treat him differently and lend him a hand?
Even if that little military girl had tampered with his body, even if both his legs had been blown off, Lord Tree Ancestor could easily make his legs grow back and remove whatever she had done to him—as long as it was willing to act, right?
Unfortunately, the authorities had brought him back to their base—to his own lair. By all rights, this should have been the perfect opportunity for Lord Tree Ancestor to rescue him. Yet Lord Tree Ancestor had made no move at all.
And Han Jingjing's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over him from head to toe.
Was Lord Tree Ancestor really going to leave him to die?
Xie Chun would rather believe that Lord Tree Ancestor wasn't nearby and hadn't sensed his danger than believe it was too afraid to risk its life, too afraid of these official Awakened, to come save him.
If it was the latter, the blow to