"Disciple Changqing, are you all right?!"
The moment Tongtian finished speaking, the gazes of over a million disciples on Golden Ao Island all locked onto Gu Changqing.
Someone spoke from the crowd, their voice lowered to the faintest whisper.
"Senior Brother Changqing... isn't going to suddenly go mad, is he?"
On any ordinary day, the moment those words left their mouth, the people around them would have turned hostile.
After all, what sort of figure was Gu Changqing in everyone's hearts?
His prestige had long since surpassed even that of their own Master Tongtian.
Who would dare question him like that?
Today, however, not a single person refuted those words.
A few disciples even quietly rested their hands on their magical artifacts, taking defensive stances.
The reason was simple.
Just now, disturbed by no more than the little heart-demon within themselves, they had nearly failed to suppress the brutality surging in their chests.
It had felt as though something were burrowing out through the gaps between their bones, swelling until they almost lost control.
And what Senior Brother Changqing had swallowed was something formed from the gathered heart-demons of a million fellow disciples.
No one could reckon the difference between the two.
Daoist Duobao stood at the very front, his rotund figure utterly motionless as he stared fixedly at that silhouette high in the sky.
The slender thread in his mind was stretched taut.
He had long known that Junior Brother Changqing loved his drink and that his capacity for liquor was a bottomless abyss.
But that was liquor.
This was poison refined from the resentment, greed, rage, and fear of a million people, all mixed together.
A voice kept repeating in Duobao's heart: He's fine. He must be fine.
But immediately afterward, another, louder voice spoke up...
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