At that moment, the entire island fell into a dead silence.
Lü Yang hovered in midair, lost in thought and utterly silent. The others didn't even dare to breathe, and some had fainted from sheer terror.
After all, just moments before, Ancestor Master Qingting—a figure renowned across the surrounding islands—was being dangled by this peerless Fierce Demon like a dead dog. He was a Great Cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm, someone who would be considered mid-tier even in the Immortal Alliance, yet he was no match at all.
What was his Realm?
Refining Spirit? Returning to Void? Harmonization? No one knew, but they all understood that with a single thought, Lü Yang could decide whether they lived or died.
".....Sigh."
After a long pause, Lü Yang heaved a deep sigh. The thoughts of the mortals below couldn't be hidden from him; he saw them all as clear as day.
'It's so hard to be a good person.'
