The First Immortal King left.
There was no punishment for Qin Buhui, nor was there any ruling on the unfairness of the rules.
It was practically an acknowledgment of everything Li Chen had done before. It also meant that Qin Buhui's questioning had received no substantive answer whatsoever.
Fairness?
Rules?
In the eyes of a supreme Immortal King, perhaps they truly mattered less than a talented genius who pleased his eye. And once that genius refused recruitment, none of it mattered anymore.
Qin Buhui stood where he was, watching the phantom completely vanish into the sky. The light in his eyes eventually turned into utter disappointment.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth, seeming to want to smile, yet unable to do so.
He turned around. He no longer looked at the platform, nor did he look at the magnificent central arena, and walked toward the people of the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect.
"Let's go."
His voice was very calm—the calmness of someone who had let it go.
Gu Qingping patted him on the shoulder and smiled gently. "Let's go."
Xiao Yan folded his arms and coldly swept a glance toward the platform.
Su Ling'er, Xiao Lingxi, and the others looked at Qin Buhui with understanding and support in their eyes.
The people of the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect truly turned around just like that, intending to leave the arena beneath the gazes of hundreds of millions.
"Big Brother Qin! Wait for me!"
At that moment, a guileless voice rang out.
A burly figure suddenly shot out from the crowd and caught up to the people of the Heavenly Dao Immortal Sect in just a few strides.
It was Ah Hu!
He ran to Qin Buhui's side, scratched the back of his head, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of