Tian Xuan looked at the unconscious Jiang Feng, his feelings exceptionally complicated.
He desperately wanted to know what had happened inside the Fire Tower—had Jiang Feng destroyed the fiend Yun Jun had become?
Now that he had calmed down, he felt deeply guilty toward Jiang Feng.
After all, Jiang Feng had done all this for him.
Jiang Feng had accompanied him into the Western Huan Illusion Realm, putting his life on the line.
Yet just now, in a moment of confusion, he had ignored Jiang Feng's safety and insisted on charging into the Fire Tower.
Jiang Feng had risked entering the Fire Tower for no reason other than to preserve peace in the Immortal Sacred Realm.
When it came down to it, the root of the fiend incident had been caused by him and his father.
If, back then, he had been able to persuade Yun Jun not to cultivate as a loose immortal while harboring such resentment, things would never have come to this.
And now, Jiang Feng had borne all the consequences in place of him and his father.
"Forget it!"
Tian Xuan let out a sigh.
He already understood that, now that things had come this far, there was no room left to turn back.
Perhaps this was a good outcome for Yun Jun—a different kind of release.
After all, living with hatred, living with resentment, was far too heavy a burden.
"Big Brother, you absolutely mustn't let anything happen to you..." Tian Xuan murmured.
If anything were to happen to Jiang Feng, he would likely be the one most wracked by guilt.
"Don't worry. I'm not dead yet." A voice came from Jiang Feng's charred body.
Everyone was stunned to see cracks begin to spread across Jiang Feng's burned flesh.
Chunks of blackened, scorched matter peeled