His heart ached. Kunpeng rose sorrowfully. "Let's go!"
"Your Majesty, where are we going?"
Kunpeng didn't feel like talking. Where else could they go? They would have to start from scratch. "We're running!" Kunpeng had waited, planned, and made arrangements for countless years, only to fall just that tiny bit short. Now, even thinking of that tiny bit made him want to cough up blood.
Kunpeng fled. As for Minghe, he couldn't even be bothered to think about him. If not for that idiot, would he have ended up like this? Words couldn't express his disappointment. If Kunpeng could kill anyone, his first move would have been to stab Minghe in the back. You bastard! There's a limit to how badly you can screw over your teammates! Countless years of painstaking work, all down the drain because of you, you moron! This is worse than eating my flesh and drinking my blood. And I kept helping you all this time-is this how you repay me?
Kunpeng left in a cloud of sorrow, filled with desolate loneliness. Heaven only knew how long it would take before he could make another big move!
Kunpeng, the Demon Tribe's Great Sage, departed with enough frustration to kill him, while Minghe was still standing there dumbfounded. You cut off my voice transmission? But after thinking it over, his face burned with embarrassment. True, if he could have returned sooner, things wouldn't have become so troublesome. But he fucking couldn't get back! Damn it! Was his grand comeback, his charge into a new era, really going to fucking end like this?
The flurry of clashes in the Earthly Immortal Realm ended as quickly as it began, while the Heavenly Court was jubilant.
Li Jing, the Third Prince, Yang Jian, and the others returned to their posts.