Mi Sui's betrayal was abrupt, his strike decisive, the result gratifying, and his departure peaceful—assuming one disregards the unresolved stare of death.
Though they were both of the Seventh Realm, Uncle Ju was not a cultivator on the same level as him. However, the person Mi Sui hated most was not Uncle Ju, who practically flattened his head, but rather it was Wei Ruo he cast a gaze of confusion and resentment upon in his final second of life.
"Weren't we teammates? Why did you betray me!?"
Sensing Mi Sui's last glare, Wei Ruo shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't an Abyss Cultivator, so why should he stare at her?
Uncle Ju retracted the World Origin that had burst forth, cleaning off the blood from his claws and shaking his somewhat numb hands due to the backlash, wiping away the nonexistent sweat from his forehead with a slight panting.
"This bald head is really hard meow..."
