Xu Luo buried the three members of the Huo Family's branch together. There was no tombstone, no grave mound. Before long, their bones would completely decay and become fertilizer for this nameless mountain.
He didn't linger, nor did he feel much sentiment. Xu Luo stood up and left directly.
Many things in life were like this. What you imagined and what actually happened were always two different things. Take Xu Luo, for example. He had previously thought about using these three men, letting them fight it out with the people from the Ancient Race Continent. If possible, he could even help stir up more hatred for the Huo Family. That would have been perfect.
But reality was like that, always unpredictable.
That was why even a Saint like the Huo Family's ancestor, whose Inference Skill was godlike, couldn't predict the world's many changes.
