He never thought he would have such a humbling day, but compared to his life, what did this humiliation matter?
As long as he could leave here alive, everything he suffered today, he would get back tenfold sooner or later—of course, these thoughts were only dared to be hidden deep in his heart, not daring to reveal even a trace in his eyes.
Qin Tian watched him with a cold curve at the corner of his mouth, seeing this pathetic, wagging look.
He stood up slowly, looking down at Yan Song, who was like a stray dog on the ground, his gaze lingering for a moment on the Red Ruby Ring he was wearing.
The wind swept across the plain, picking up a few pieces of withered yellow grass and landing in Yan Song's sweat-drenched hair. He held his breath, staring intently at Qin Tian's toes, his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest.
At that moment, he suddenly felt the weakness within him recede like a tide, and the spiritual energy returned to his control.
