In the darkness, voices echoed.
"Is everything done?"
"Do you even need to ask? With so many Demon Gods working together, how could it not be?"
"Those Wind Patrol Envoys should feel honored. Demon Gods personally sent them on their way. I'm sure they're weeping with gratitude down in the underworld."
"Tianji, you've got some nerve saying that. Who would be grateful for something like this?"
"Tianxian, are you stupid? Does Tianji even have a heart? If he'd had a conscience, Gouchen would have cut him down years ago!"
"Ah, Gouchen was too honest for his own good. Back then, his sword was almost at this fellow's neck when the man threw himself to the ground and shouted that he surrendered. If it had been Ziwei, he'd have killed him with one stroke. But Gouchen never killed anyone who surrendered..."
"Yes. One cry of surrender, and he angered the old marshal, who'd fought a bloody battle for seven days and nights, to death on the spot. What a fate for that loyal soul!"
"Hey, hey! Will you stop dragging up the past? It's been over a thousand years. What's the point of dwelling on it?"
"Exactly. You speak well of Gouchen now, but when he fell out with Ziwei, which of you supported him? Didn't you all side with Ziwei? What good is any of this talk now?"
"How were we supposed to know things between Ziwei and Gouchen would end in death? Ziwei was willing to share the throne as Lord of the Stars with him. We thought that, however deep their quarrel, he'd at most wound Gouchen and lock him away..."
"Yes. To bring Ziwei back to life, Gouchen sacrificed his own descendants. After that, he couldn't have children or even take an adopted son. After a sacrifice