"What? You saved us?"
The expressions of Feng Shande and the other cultivators changed drastically as they stared hard at Ning Que.
The other cultivators also looked at Ning Que in disbelief, while Liu Piaoying's eyes held an added trace of astonishment.
"That's right."
Ning Que stood before Feng Shande, meeting his gaze with a hint of a cold smile in his eyes.
He had met the master of the ruins, Lu Tong, a genius disciple of the Fallen Star Pavilion.
He had learned about his past.
And he had obtained his true treasure.
Only then had the curse here been lifted.
Otherwise, all these cultivators would have died!
"That's fucking bullshit! A frail little prisoner like you could break the curse here? We survived because we were strong enough and stood united as one! What did you have to do with it?"
"Boy, I know this is your little trick to stay alive. Too bad, you're still going to die! Not a single prisoner here will leave this place alive!"
"You're prisoners. Your lives are already ruined, and you'll never live like normal people again. We're the ones who gave your existence meaning. If we want you dead, you die. If we want you destroyed, you're destroyed!"
A cold gleam flashed through Feng Shande's eyes as he spoke to Ning Que.
His icy voice echoed throughout the ruins. Ning Que and Ning Yuanzhou remained expressionless, while Yi Tao, standing nearby, gave a smile of bitter recognition.
His expression was bleak.
That was exactly how he had been thrown into the Skeleton Desert.
His former life of wealth and privilege had become the life of a prisoner.
All thanks to Wang Yong's son, Wang Tianque!
Now these cultivators were once again looking down from on high, saying the same things,