Between heaven and earth, there was utter silence.
Everyone from the entire Twenty-One Provinces, including those from the Sword Sect, Dao Sect, and the elders of the Elder's Platform of the Sacred Land, exchanged glances in disbelief.
"Tong Xiu, you..."
Wei Nan's lips opened and closed a few times before he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes, murmuring to himself, "So be it."
Grand Elder Yang Tianqing observed the scene before her with a peculiar expression, unsure of how to judge it.
Unconsciously, she glanced at Key Smoke, who sat in the high seat with her eyes lowered, her expression inscrutable.
Tong Xiu ignored everything around him, indifferent to the many gazes fixed upon him. He then turned and began to walk, step by step, down from the Ascension Platform.
Thus, the only figure remaining on the high platform was the solitary one in the bloodstained shirt.
All around, everything returned to calm, and only then could the crowd see clearly.
