This battle is not about right or wrong, only about stance; it's just about victory and defeat.
Ning Zheng took a deep breath, absorbing the power of the whole universe.
In theory, the great battle has reached its end here.
But if...
Ning Zheng's gaze turned toward the painter by his side, Xin Xichen, and the three of Jiu Shui.
Seemingly anticipating Ning Zheng's thoughts, Xin Xichen softly said, "We no longer have the need to fight. I'm not one to be a sore loser. If we suddenly turn hostile now, it would be too ugly."
He crossed his arms, showing a hint of pride, "Even the Holy Spirit is not petty. Why would I be that kind of person?"
Ning Zheng nodded.
Xin Xichen is proud; his initial reaction was to help Ning Zheng, sacrificing his pursuit of ultimate success, truly to repay a past favor.
Jiu Shui, by the side, smiles, "Congratulations."
His smile too came sincerely from his heart, unexpectedly unrestrained.
