A withered leaf floated down from the sky.
It spiraled and swayed.
Finally landing on Cui Zhen's forehead.
The handsome Great Demon remained seated on the ground, gazing up at the sky, and let out a silent sigh.
The world indeed harbored many misunderstandings about him.
The greatest of them all, perhaps, was "cold-blooded."
"If I'm not mistaken, you don't actually care about what the likes of 'Master Ni Yu' do, do you?"
Earlier in Falcon Wind Gorge, Master Ni Yu had desperately tried to stop Cui Zhen.
Because in her eyes,
once Cui Zhen faked his death, he must have been extremely resentful towards those who partook of his blood and flesh.
Back then, when Mo Zhen Venerable fell in battle,
his Pocket World was divided and devoured, treasures, elixirs, immortal opportunities, qi fortune... none were left behind.
"Indeed."
Cui Zhen chuckled: "Since I died, them dividing and consuming it was only natural."
When a person dies, it's like a light being extinguished.
