A heaviness settled in Yu Tai's heart.
Wang Zhan had already lost hope, but Yu Tai himself had nearly overlooked the fact that this young man was merely a Warrior.
But could he save Wang Zhan? He is the dean of Yanjing Martial Arts Academy and carries the lives of tens of millions of commoners in the Federation on his shoulders. If he leaves, he will be an eternal criminal of the Human Race, and his conscience will torment him forever.
In fact, among the Martial Emperors, there was one other who had met Wang Zhan before—the old ancestor of the Yang family.
But he didn't try to save Wang Zhan either; his face remained silent and solemn.
He is the ancestor of the Yang family, not Wang Zhan's. He didn't actually have a deep connection with Wang Zhan, so his inaction was understandable.
But only Wang Zhan knew that although he seemed to be in the limelight, he was still like rootless duckweed adrift on the water.
Fragile, lonely, insignificant—these were his true descriptors.
