Zhang Ding Tian and Bai Xue were equally incredulous as they stared at him. "Liu Shaoge, you're not dead?"
Liu Shaoge smiled and bowed respectfully to Qing Yu. "Young Master, I've taken control of all the students who were captured. There are seventy-two in total. That should be enough."
Qing Yu nodded and looked coldly up at the sky. "Your trial is over. If you want these seventy-two students to live, let me go."
"Liu Shaoge, why?" Bai Xue shouted, glaring furiously at him.
Liu Shaoge smiled faintly. "Xue, Earth is too small. I long for the stars."
"You betrayed us! What about Wang You? What about Tong Zhan?" Bai Xue shouted.
Liu Shaoge shrugged. "They really are dead. People who don't know what's good for them aren't worth pitying." He gazed at Bai Xue gently. "With your talent, you should be going to the stars, too. Give up. With your ice talent, you're a Talented Cultivator. Your future shouldn't be limited to Earth."
Zhang Ding Tian stared wide-eyed, biting through his lip.
Lu Yin's gaze was icy. The injuries Qing Yu had inflicted on him and the pain he had brought to Earth were nothing compared to the harm Liu Shaoge had done him. At the beginning of the apocalypse, Liu Shaoge had ordered an entire city of survivors burned alive. The scars of the flames still marked Lu Yin's body, and he had experienced unbearable agony. It was the first time Lu Yin had ever suffered such torment, and he would never forget it for the rest of his life. He had thought he would never get the chance to take revenge, but Liu Shaoge hadn't just survived—he had appeared right in front of him.
Qing Yu waited for a response from the stars while Liu Shaoge faced