I watched the chair vanish along with Han Yun, my body trembling violently.
Rage burned inside me, and at the same time, a despair I deeply hated began to spread through my heart.
Han Yun had only recently become a Ghost King, yet he had already joined the other side and come here to swagger before me.
Were all Ghost Kings like that?
Surely not.
Nan Tian's arrogance in front of Nangong Yao and me, and Han Yun's unrestrained mockery just now, were probably both psychological tactics.
I knew that perfectly well, yet I couldn't control my emotions.
Nangong Yao must have felt the same way back then. Otherwise, why would he have gone alone to confront Nan Tian, even using his ability to die together with him?
Nangong Yao had given up...
Perhaps, in that moment, Gu Mo had given up too.
They thought they were powerless. They no longer wanted to keep holding on, carrying out and waiting for Ye Qing's plan. So they chose such reckless actions, giving free rein to their emotions and facing the deaths their subconscious had already foreseen.
They were already dead...
They hadn't expected me to save them this time...
They had given up on me...
They had given up... on Ye Qing...
I felt despair swallowing the rage in my heart.
The ones most steadfast in carrying out this whole plan were the people from Greenleaf. I had always just gone with the flow, pushed onward by them.
If they had all given up, what was I still holding on for?
What would be so bad about becoming a Ghost King?
At least I could protect my family and friends for a long time. It wouldn't last forever—Ghost Kings could be destroyed too—but we could probably have a long stretch of