"My cultivation realm is gone! It's gone!"
Wu Chang Shan was extremely panicked and utterly desperate, looking like he had lost his soul.
As an alchemist, having his realm abolished was more painful to Wu Chang Shan than death itself.
Once, he was lofty in Tianxuan Hall and Shuiyue City, but now with his realm gone, he was reduced to an ordinary cultivator. It was a fall from heaven to hell that Wu Chang Shan could not accept.
Without his lofty status as an alchemist, who knows how many enemies will come knocking in the future.
Wu Chang Shan regretted it so much that his intestines turned green, but there was no regret medicine in the world.
Though the blow was hard, being alive was already a blessing.
Shuiyue City was dead silent; no one dared to speak.
All eyes, filled with fear, were on Feng Wuchen.
"Lord Feng, I know my mistake. Please, Lord Feng, save me and help me restore my realm. I'll do anything you want." Wu Chang Shan kept kowtowing in panic.
