The skies over the Demon Race were always gray and hazy. This was the first time A Bao had spent so long looking at them.
A Bao still had not regained his mobility. His body remained weak, and he was still embedded in the ground. Huo Yuhao's earlier blow had left him temporarily unable to move.
Looking at the sky, with not a sound in his ears, A Bao felt no peace at all. Perhaps he had never been at peace since that incident.
From his defeat in Dream Paradise to his defeat now, there had been too many failures for A Bao to accept.
From birth, A Bao had possessed the Demon Race's highest bloodline and the finest talent for cultivation. Everything had always been smooth sailing for him, whether in cultivation or love.
Until he met Long Haochen in Dream Paradise and lost their fight. Then the same thing happened again, and he lost to Long Haochen once more.
After that, he began cultivating desperately, wanting to defeat him, because in A Bao's heart, only his father, the Demon God Emperor, was the hardest peak he would ever have to surmount.
As for Long Haochen, A Bao was confident he could defeat him next time. To that end, he had even postponed his marriage to Yue Ye.
Then Long Haochen was killed by the Demon God Emperor, and he himself was defeated by this person.
Failure, then more failure. A Bao's emotions began turning to anger, slipping out of control...
He heard footsteps approaching, step by step, and then saw Leng Xiao appear before him with a plate.
Since A Bao was still embedded in the ground, he had to look up at Leng Xiao. That feeling made his mood even worse.
But Leng Xiao clearly did not