The people have left.
The people, unaware of where they have flown off to.
The people, still dazing outside the battlefield.
Those who left couldn't care less about the battle at the old site of Kangtian Inn, whether it involved women, men, or dogs.
Those who flew away lay on the ground in various positions, hung in trees, embedded in walls... The only thing they had in common was their bewildered expressions, twitching with dread.
Those who waited could no longer see the departing man, but the man's fierce demeanor had rushed into their hearts, leaving behind a punch mark named Tyranny, before he drifted away.
Even though they still didn't know whether the man was a Daoist or a terrestrial immortal.
"Have you found a direction?"
Even the woman who had drunk too much still cared about Xie Tian's peculiar cultivation bottleneck.
Xie Tian shook his head, thought for a moment, then said, "I'll comprehend more of the abandoned majesty first."
