After defeating Hua Yun Fei, Ye Fan felt deeply dispirited. At that moment, he even felt that cultivation seemed meaningless. He might have been better off as a mortal; the mortal world had no such cruel slaughter.
He stared blankly at the sky where Hua Yun Fei had dissipated, occasionally looking down at his bloodstained hands. Some of the blood was his own, and some was Hua Yun Fei's. For a long time, he could not let it go.
"Ye Fan, what's wrong?" Ji Ziyue came to his side and asked worriedly when she saw his sorrowful expression.
The lovely girl beside him roused Ye Fan, and he immediately came back to himself. There were still many people and things he needed to protect. He could not sink into despair.
He quickly gathered himself and told Ji Ziyue, "Ziyue, I'm fine."
"There might be secrets about the Five-Colored Altar inside the Divine Temple. Let's take a look."
Ji Ziyue knew Ye Fan wanted to return to his home on the far side of the starry sky, so she spared no effort in helping him find clues.
"Thank you, Ziyue." Ye Fan felt deeply grateful to this little moon who had found her way into his heart.
The two rushed toward the Divine Temple ruins to explore them again. The fighting within the ruins was still ongoing.
In the space above the Feathered Immortal Ancestral Temple, Jun Moxiao and Ye Nan had watched the entire battle between Ye Fan and Hua Yun Fei.
Ye Nan asked curiously, "Big Brother, why wasn't Brother Ye Fan happy after defeating Hua Yun Fei? Why did he look so sad instead?"
"That's a bond between men, called heroes cherishing heroes. Once Brother Ye Fan learned the truth about Hua Yun Fei's circumstances, he felt