Since Yang Dingtian entered the Wangyue Pavilion, he hadn't shown a single smile.
Under his leadership, the Hengyue Sect had been in continuous decline, leaving his spirits dampened and heavy.
"It seems our Hengyue Sect will forever be overshadowed by the Zhengyang Sect starting from now," he sighed.
Even Feng Wuhun, who rarely spoke, couldn't help but let out a long, desolate sigh nearby.
"Our luck is simply too bad. Sigh, not only does the Zhengyang Sect have someone with the Mysterious Spirit Physique, but now even our trump card Chu Yi is nowhere to be found."
"That guy... how could he have such little sense of responsibility?"
Feng Wuhun, still unaware that Chu Yi had died, genuinely despised Chu Yi from the bottom of his heart for his apparent failure to show up.
At the mention of Chu Yi, tears welled up in Chu Ruolin's eyes.
For the past few days, she had been filled with so much regret that it was tearing her apart inside.
