"Brother Ding, I swear I have done nothing to Sister Mu Yin, nor did I betray her. If I utter a single false word, may my Great Dao collapse and may I never reincarnate."
Yan Zhenping saw Ding Huan looking slightly sentimental and quickly stepped forward to bow. She knew this was her only chance to survive.
She had never seen the means of the Ji Master, but Ding Huan's techniques were definitely not ordinary Seventh Step of the Great Dao methods.
She had seen many cultivators of the Seventh Step of the Great Dao, but none as terrifying as Ding Huan.
Ding Huan ignored Yan Zhenping and continued to look at the deceased Luo Hua.
He was not saddened by Luo Hua's death, but rather by his own Great Dao.
He recalled picking up that gray card with 'pitiful' inscribed on it, feeling an indescribable melancholy.
If he had walked a little slower that day, would he have ended up like Luo Hua, torn apart by those hand seals in the depths of chaos in the World of Gods?
"Alas!"
