Some people live most of their lives without an audience, while others, facing death, have every seat below occupied.
Ji Jue didn't need to promote anything; the scene of the Flying Airship crash had already imprinted itself into everyone's eyes.
Like a falling giant whale, so tragic and sorrowful.
Yet everyone couldn't help but sigh with relief, finally...
When one whale falls, a multitude is born; one Mudahka died, and countless others lived. Good riddance, a glorious death, everyone is cheering!
Even Mudahka's former allies and financial backers couldn't help but smile gleefully—after all these years of dealings, who knows how much dirt that dog had on others?
Having done so many dirty deeds, bitten so many people, and accumulated so much blackmail material, now that it's of no use, only those who add insult to injury remain—how could anyone offer help in times of need?
The dog died, so what? Get a new one!
