"Of course I told them." Fang kept nodding. "But you've seen the Spirit Origin Race's situation. If they don't follow us, they truly have no way out."
This time, Fang's intervention had spared the Spirit Origin Race from disaster.
But unless Lu Ye and Fang remained here forever, once they left someday, the Spirit Origin Race would fall back into its former predicament.
Lu Ye could not possibly slaughter every other race in this starry sky just to protect the Spirit Origin Race. That would be utterly unreasonable. No matter who was right or wrong in these grudges and entanglements, this was ultimately the business of this starry sky itself.
Bì Luò spoke up at the right moment. "Senior, my Spirit Origin Race is willing to follow you and serve you like dogs and horses. Whatever we encounter in the future, we will never complain."
Lu Ye pondered in silence.
Bì Luò said so now, but she had only witnessed his and Fang's strength, which was why she clutched at them like a drowning person grasping a lifesaving straw.
She did not know how powerful the True Saints were, nor did she understand the difficult circumstances she now faced.
Some things could not be settled with words alone. Only by facing them personally could one understand their severity.
That said, Fang was right. Other than following him, the Spirit Origin Race truly had no other path.
As Lu Ye deliberated, the space in every direction suddenly trembled. Along with that faint tremor, the myriad stars filling the surroundings seemed to be obscured by something, their light extinguishing for an instant.
Lu Ye abruptly turned his head and looked toward the source of the tremor.
"What happened?" Fang stared in that direction, dumbfounded, with no idea what had occurred.
Even Fang