The Human Emperor was right.
His perspective had always been too narrow. Talk of Righteous Sects or evil demons—it was all nonsense.
Ultimately, only personal strength truly mattered.
If he had possessed strength surpassing Shentu Yan's, how could he have been framed and so easily manipulated?
To Shentu Yan, he was likely no more than an ant, easily crushed.
If Shentu Yan truly wanted to kill him, there were likely ten thousand ways to do so.
In hindsight, choosing to stay was truly foolish. Ling Chen shook his head. Back at the Human Emperor's Palace, he should have left decisively with Liu Xiling instead of foolishly waiting to be captured.
If he were to die in this dark dungeon, it would be a truly wrongful death.
"Kid, that realization comes too late. I estimate you'll face the sect's punishment tomorrow." The Human Emperor's voice held a hint of schadenfreude.
No, I have to escape.
