Everyone felt a pang of regret over Dai Yuhao's suicide. He was a God King, after all—and he'd just killed himself?
Chang Gongwei and Ye Yinzhu, who had witnessed it, fell silent too. Clearly, neither of them had expected him to be so decisive and kill himself on the spot.
Chen Ming'er looked at the two tombstones before him and gave a faint sigh. He turned his hand over, and two tulips appeared in it. He placed one on each grave, Dai Yuhao's and Huo Yun'er's.
Actually, the name on the tombstone wasn't Dai Yuhao's. It read "Huo Yuhao's Grave," so he should be called Huo Yuhao now.
Seeing this, Rong Nianbing, Ji Dong, and Lie Yan also descended. They each took out a flower and laid it on one of the graves. They'd been colleagues, after all; the least they could do was bring a flower.
Rong Nianbing sighed. His disciple had had it rough. From the moment he was born, Tang San had set his sights on him. After that, he'd been abused and treated like a dog.
Maybe he'd come by to tend the grave now and then. They'd been master and disciple, after all, and had known each other for a time.
"Yu Hao, I hope you don't meet someone like Tang San in your next life."
Rong Nianbing murmured softly. After everyone had laid their flowers, they soon left. It was time to settle the score.
As for Tang San, he had already fallen to the Second-Level God realm. Adai and Lei Xiang were watching him now, so there was no way he could escape.
"Damn you, Dai Yuhao! If I get the chance, I'll tear you limb from limb!"
He pounded the ground and snarled. He was furious that his own dog had betrayed