Making the First Gesture of Goodwill

Only a head remained, rolling across the ground, its two eyes bulging wide and bloodshot.

"Wh... why?"

Those lips moved, releasing a faint voice.

Even in death, he could not understand why his beloved grandfather had rammed him to death.

"Hmm?"

"Did I hit something?"

Yi Feng, who had been hurrying through the air to Barren City for lunch, paused midair before descending to the ground.

He jumped in front of Slowly and carefully examined its condition. Finding not the slightest trace of impact on its body, with those sleepy dead-fish eyes rolled upward and its body utterly motionless.

"Must have been an illusion!"

Yi Feng rubbed his chin and stopped paying attention. He mounted Slowly and continued toward Barren City.

Meanwhile, Cheng Liyuan looked at Zhen Wuji, who had been reduced to a mere head, and nearly had his courage scared out of him. Still kneeling, he collapsed to the ground in a cold sweat, his face filled with terror.

He never could have imagined that the utterly arrogant Zhen Wuji would simply be gone like this.

Such terror was beyond description.

To put it in Yi Feng's terms, it was probably like a living person who had just been talking to you being run over into a pile of mush by a carriage before your very eyes the next instant.

In fact, the terror was even greater than that.

Zhen Wuji was a True Immortal!

A True Immortal had been rammed to death alive. No one would believe such a thing even if it were told to them.

What exactly had happened?

Wasn't Zhen Wuji Zhen Jian's most beloved grandson?

The grandfather had rammed his own grandson to death?

"No, no, no... impossible..."

Cheng Liyuan shook his head. Although Zhen Jian was no good person, he would never