If crying were useful, what would we need the police for? This saying profoundly exposed the cruelty of reality.
Lu Ya was now beyond grief, his heart dead. He had exhausted all his strength and finally managed to say three sentences, yet those bastards had somehow heard them as one. He had shouted for nothing. I give up! What a bunch of assholes.
The surrounding immortals glanced at him, then subconsciously carried on. Hadn't they heard Dongwang Gong? The Jade Emperor had spoken as well, and even Lu Ya himself had said not to stop, so why stop?
Very quickly, the roaring tide of voices drowned out Lu Ya's predicament. Within the Soaring Firmament Palace, he was lonely and inconspicuous.
As everyone voiced their opinions, the Jade Emperor began speaking with Ziwei and Gouchen as well. His attitude was cordial, as if he were trying to bring them closer together. Lu Ya seemed to be witnessing the start of a new opportunity for cooperation.
Yet none of that had anything to do with him anymore. When everyone began discussing matters again, his eyes held only one person.
Only Qin Fen. His gaze was filled with sorrow and countless unspoken words, so mournful that it seemed he had seen through life, aging, sickness, and death. No matter what, he was about to become crippled. You beast!
Qin Fen's movements became painfully slow in his eyes, as though a single glance lasted ten thousand years.
It went in, it went in! Watch closely, it really went in!
Oh yeah! The instant the needle pierced his body with a squelch, Lu Ya turned his head and continued looking at Qin Fen. A tear slid naturally from the corner of his eye.
It hurt—hurt terribly. Compared to this, ten fingers being connected to the