At Black Mountain's summit, a youth sat alone with his knees drawn to his chest, gazing into the distance along the mountain slope. The lingering glow of the setting sun outlined his figure.
It was loneliness in its most utter form!
Everything that had happened over the past two days had completely reshaped Jiang Feng's understanding of the Divine Realm.
In this cruel world, there seemed to be rules even more brutal than those of the mortal world and the Immortal Sacred Realm.
"What are you thinking about?" a voice came from behind him.
Jiang Feng did not need to turn around to know that it was Qiu Ya.
He did not know how to answer that question, so he brushed it off. "Nothing."
Qiu Ya walked up behind Jiang Feng and looked with him toward the glow at the end of Black Mountain, where sky and earth met.
"Even if you won't say it, I know what you're thinking," Qiu Ya said.
"The Divine Realm is like this. In order to survive, the weak are forced to huddle together for warmth."
"And once they gain the strength to survive, they begin seeking more."
Without moving, Jiang Feng asked, "So is that why you left the clan and willingly stayed in the tribe?"
Mu Li had not told Jiang Feng much about Qiu Ya, but Jiang Feng had been able to infer it himself.
Qiu Ya sighed. "Perhaps you're right."
"Actually... I was running away."
"I... didn't want to become an accomplice to exploitation, but I had no power to change anything."
"So, I chose to run away."
Qiu Ya slowly began to tell her story.
When she and Qiu Yun ascended to the Divine Realm, the Qiang Clan had still been nothing more than a tribe.
At that time,