Wu Chu had not expected things to end this way.
He had no idea what the Ancestor was thinking. The old man had actually not casually wiped out Kunpeng and Minghe. Perhaps he had seen something in the River of Destiny.
By all reason, they were both Daluo and had long since transcended the River of Destiny. Others could not see their fate trajectories, not even fragments of them.
But the Ancestor was a Sage now. Perhaps he had indeed discerned something.
Yet even if he could glimpse fragments of their futures, those two could not compare to the Sorrowful Brothers of the West in terms of importance to the Primordial World.
Now that these brothers had been beaten so badly that one strand of Grandmist Purple Qi had even been lost, why had the Ancestor let the culprits off so lightly?
Although Kunpeng and Minghe had both had their physical bodies shattered, and the Ancestor had restored Zhunti's body with Merit, the loss of that strand of Grandmist Purple Qi was an undeniable fact.
If they could, Jieyin and Zhunti would definitely have wanted Kunpeng and Minghe dead.
Perhaps he simply could not let it go in the end. Zhunti did not dare question the Ancestor's punishment of Kunpeng and Minghe, so he could only release his pent-up emotions through bitter weeping.
Seeing the two brothers like this, everyone could not help sighing.
Though Kunpeng and Minghe's Primordial Spirits had long since fled far away, Wu Chu felt that this grudge had become a very deep one.
Jieyin and Zhunti were ultimately not lone figures like Red Cloud. Though Zhunti's Grandmist Purple Qi was gone, did Jieyin not still have his?
Once the Western Religion gradually rose to prominence in the future, a beating would probably be the least