Wang Zhekuo mechanically lifted the cup of premium spirit tea on the table, worth a hundred spirit stones, and took a sip. Yet he could not taste a thing. His tongue only felt numb, as though he had swallowed a cup of bland, tasteless water.
His brother-in-law was dead.
Though he had not killed him personally, when all was traced back to the source, part of this blood debt would ultimately be laid upon his head.
If only he had done everything in his power to stop his brother-in-law back then, preventing him from going...
Unfortunately, this world had medicine for everything except regret.
The die had been cast. There was no undoing it.
In this battle, the Jade Water Alliance had had its backbone ripped out and suffered devastating losses. The foundations and prestige it had accumulated over centuries had all gone up in smoke.
Without several centuries of recuperation, they would not even dare dream of restoring their former glory.
Now, only one thought kept him from collapsing.
Jiang Tian!
He did not believe it! Even if he died, he would not believe it! Could that brat Jiang Tian truly escape alive from the joint encirclement and extermination of the two False Core ancestors he had summoned?!
Yet just as this ruthlessness rose within him, his right eyelid began twitching madly, violently and beyond his control.
An indescribable icy chill slowly crawled up his spine, making even the hand holding his teacup tremble slightly.
Crack.
With a crisp sound, the fine white jade teacup was unknowingly squeezed full of cracks.
Wang Zhekuo lowered his head and blankly stared at the cracked white jade teacup in his hand.
The fractures spread densely across the cup like a spiderweb. His mind abruptly trembled, and then a terror fiercer and colder