The atmosphere was grave.
The terrible reality made even the air here turn thick and viscous, like the harbinger of a mountain storm, leaving people unable to breathe.
The two seated figures remained silent for a long time.
One grilled fish while the other ate!
Only after a full shichen did Li Su let out a long sigh. He cast Ning Wuxia a plaintive look and said, "Senior, I'm under enough pressure already. Could you stop releasing your aura? Can't you just eat your fish properly?"
As his words fell, the suffocatingly heavy atmosphere around them instantly vanished.
Ning Wuxia gave a dry laugh. In nearly two hundred million days of life, it was not as though she had never seen an unlucky fellow before—but someone as unlucky as Li Su was truly unprecedented since the world began.
When she thought about the treatment he would suffer next, only two words could describe it.
A tragedy!
That was right. The entire affair was a complete and utter tragedy.
More importantly, this thing had already formed a closed loop. Unless the little fellow died, there was simply no solution. Unless a Saint personally stepped in and took him away, his circumstances would only grow worse—perhaps even worse than hers.
She had lived for far too long. Through those endless years, one had to find interesting things to pass the time and relax the mind. Thus, theater had become one of her few hobbies.
And in order to properly experience those emotions, every time she went to watch one, she would seal her memories and immerse herself in it completely.
Faced with this scene, she could not help releasing her aura, creating an unprecedentedly solemn atmosphere.
Whether it was an injustice that would last through the ages or a heroic march to